The River’s running red and we’re told there is no reason.Its mid August and it’s freezing at the Centre of the World. On your feet or on your head.Don’t you move til it stops bleeding.Saw the next door neighbour pleading to a general and his girl. Still they took him.Still they shook him.Tied his hands and crossed his eyes. Wiped his record .Kept him shackled far from home.It just ain’t right…
And I spy a crooked crack that runs right across the ceiling. Cannot stifle this bad feeling that the house is falling down. Wish I could roll back the years.All the years that I have wasted. Could have changed my destination to the darker side of town. In the shed or in the cellar, snuff the candle, stash the phone. Wish I had my old umbrella .Please don’t leave me on my own.
And I wish I shared your dream.And I wish I had the power. When they knock I’ll be a coward who could simply turn you in. So you thought we had a team that could break free from this prison.We could make the right decisions and save our precious skins. Let’s gather .Hold a seance, clean the table. Clear our minds. Find an answer to the chaos and a pathway through the mines.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
