Drunken Hands کے بول

Wearily and weathered Lungs filled with new There's a days worth of sky Hovering over you No it's not the sand Nor is it the dreams That now blow across the acres As clothes loosen in their seems One by one - coming undone We scurry to be one up on the sun You landed here with fear Gone north and put to rest The cross around your neck is now Buried in your chest Sleep for the sake of the night And wake in the hope of finding a light Throw your drunken hands Across the scenery And your drunken thoughts on temporality Everything lay so still, almost dead Except the blood-red sky over head Sleep for the sake of the night And wake in the hope, but fumble in light Throw your sunken dreams At the scenery With your sunken hopes For longevity The country lay as still as the dead Save the blood-red moon up ahead