Print

i'm gonna find the better part of me piece of sky pinned down on the branch of a tree hey baby won't you take a walk with me drop your books and your gun to talk with me i know that men have died this way but i never knew why i just heard their final words as they fell like birds from the sky it was high to you but it never seemed high to me what was sky to you it was just another garden for me and the blessings from our father flow through the hills and down below i know, oh yes i know, but still it hurts to see you go Songtextei was building a new room for us today lemon yellow walls and a sofa made of clay it could hold three men and maybe four if they'd lay their rifle bags on the floor you could use a yellow place you could use some company this floor won't hold you up my dear but you could feast your eyes on me it was a suicidal mission anyway a thin red line and it wasn't even thin today and the blessings from our father flow through the hills and down below i know oh yes i know and still it hurts to see you go you should think of the future at least occassionally otherwise what do you really have in common with me the birds that fall like paperweights at your door are the men who sang with me on my floor the blame will fall somewhere but it will not fall on me i left it all behind when i left my family left my death for a little blue piece of the sky left you for an oppurtune chance to fly and the blessings from our father flow through the hills and down below i know oh yes i know and still it hurts to see you go Aus Songtexte Mania