Wickerbird

French Broom
Wasting must Sure look good on us We’ll tell you when we’ve had enough Of sifting Answers from the dust Painted rust On the railroad truss We know where it will carry us To a place we Once were nameless Won’t you tell them We’re all doing just fine The water’s swelling Must be a state of mind Take her stone Out from the catacombs I promise none Will ever know Who's there to tell them But the bones? Tell the crows We know what they know And hell, if they still want to go We’ll meet them On the willow road But won’t you tell them SongtexteWe’re all doing just fine All this melting Must be all in our minds Were we hellbent Were we wrong the whole time This malignance Burning out the inside Aus Songtexte Mania