Houses
What We Lost
Well I was born of the EarthWith my hands to the sky.And I'll die in the dirtOn the fourth of July.And my body will burstInto millions of sparks.And I'll hang like a ghostIn the trailer park until I'm gone.And I can hear the wind blow.It sounds like angels and babies breath.So leave some dirt in my handsLay my body in the street.And I'll be searching out GodTo lay my stones at her feet.And when the winds lay wasteTo the fields and the starsI'll be spinning my homeIn the back of your carUntil it's done.And I can hear the wind blow.It sounds like angels and babies breath.And I can see my mother's praying hands.Like petals in the windSweeping across my yard.
From Letras Mania