Houses
Peasants
I've been praying on my kneesAnd my eyes are dirty pages on the street.And that bee sting on your heartWon't stop the rain from coming down.Tonight in this house we drown.As I watch the stars alignAnd I keep the moon by my sideAnd as the fever starts to breakI'll dig a hole for you.And it would bury usWhile we turn into dust.On the white wings of God.I've been digging up the bonesAnd your body is a dirty ant hill on the lawn.And I swear to GodYou are my iron lightAnd I am your dark tonight.As I watch the stars alignAnd I keep the moon by my sideAnd as the fever starts to breakI'll dig a hole for you.And it would bury usAnd we'll turn into dust.On the white wings of God.
From Letras Mania