| Song | Four Winds |
| Artist | Bright Eyes |
| Album | Cassadaga |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:59.65] | Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe |
| [01:03.20] | There's people always dying trying to keep them alive |
| [01:06.08] | |
| [01:06.70] | His body's decomposing in containers tonight |
| [01:08.82] | |
| [01:09.88] | In an abandoned building where |
| [01:12.13] | |
| [01:14.00] | A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl |
| [01:16.87] | |
| [01:17.55] | With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl |
| [01:20.36] | |
| [01:21.17] | She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world |
| [01:24.48] | Four winds blowing through her hair |
| [01:27.54] | But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon |
| [01:33.72] | |
| [01:35.03] | She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed |
| [01:41.58] | She caves |
| [01:43.83] | |
| [02:01.92] | The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran's mute |
| [02:06.04] | If you burn them all together you get close to the truth still |
| [02:09.04] | They are pouring over sanskrit on the ivy league moons |
| [02:12.66] | While shadows lengthen the sun |
| [02:14.96] | |
| [02:15.96] | Cast off the schools of meditation built to soften the times |
| [02:19.02] | |
| [02:19.89] | And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds |
| [02:22.58] | |
| [02:23.45] | It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines |
| [02:25.95] | |
| [02:26.64] | Four winds, cry until it comes |
| [02:29.07] | |
| [02:29.88] | And it's the son of man |
| [02:32.93] | |
| [02:33.50] | Slouching towards Bethlehem |
| [02:35.87] | |
| [02:37.24] | A heart just can't contain all of that empty space |
| [02:43.61] | |
| [02:45.04] | It breaks, it breaks, it breaks |
| [02:53.71] | |
| [03:06.76] | Well, I went back to my rented Cadillac and company jet |
| [03:09.50] | |
| [03:10.44] | Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps |
| [03:13.31] | |
| [03:14.30] | All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead |
| [03:17.05] | |
| [03:17.61] | They said, "You'd better look alive" |
| [03:20.11] | |
| [03:21.24] | And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps |
| [03:24.11] | |
| [03:25.04] | In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east |
| [03:27.78] | |
| [03:28.60] | I buried my ballast, I made my peace |
| [03:31.28] | |
| [03:31.78] | With four winds, levelling the pines |
| [03:33.71] | |
| [03:34.90] | But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon |
| [03:40.65] | |
| [03:42.08] | She just can't compete with all that outer space |
| [03:48.06] | |
| [03:49.81] | She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves |
| [00:59.65] | Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe |
| [01:03.20] | There s people always dying trying to keep them alive |
| [01:06.08] | |
| [01:06.70] | His body s decomposing in containers tonight |
| [01:08.82] | |
| [01:09.88] | In an abandoned building where |
| [01:12.13] | |
| [01:14.00] | A squatter s made a mural of a Mexican girl |
| [01:16.87] | |
| [01:17.55] | With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl |
| [01:20.36] | |
| [01:21.17] | She s standing in the ashes at the end of the world |
| [01:24.48] | Four winds blowing through her hair |
| [01:27.54] | But when great Satan s gone, the whore of Babylon |
| [01:33.72] | |
| [01:35.03] | She just can t sustain the pressure where it s placed |
| [01:41.58] | She caves |
| [01:43.83] | |
| [02:01.92] | The Bible s blind, the Torah s deaf, the Qu ran s mute |
| [02:06.04] | If you burn them all together you get close to the truth still |
| [02:09.04] | They are pouring over sanskrit on the ivy league moons |
| [02:12.66] | While shadows lengthen the sun |
| [02:14.96] | |
| [02:15.96] | Cast off the schools of meditation built to soften the times |
| [02:19.02] | |
| [02:19.89] | And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds |
| [02:22.58] | |
| [02:23.45] | It s knocking over fences, crossing property lines |
| [02:25.95] | |
| [02:26.64] | Four winds, cry until it comes |
| [02:29.07] | |
| [02:29.88] | And it s the son of man |
| [02:32.93] | |
| [02:33.50] | Slouching towards Bethlehem |
| [02:35.87] | |
| [02:37.24] | A heart just can t contain all of that empty space |
| [02:43.61] | |
| [02:45.04] | It breaks, it breaks, it breaks |
| [02:53.71] | |
| [03:06.76] | Well, I went back to my rented Cadillac and company jet |
| [03:09.50] | |
| [03:10.44] | Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps |
| [03:13.31] | |
| [03:14.30] | All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead |
| [03:17.05] | |
| [03:17.61] | They said, You d better look alive |
| [03:20.11] | |
| [03:21.24] | And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps |
| [03:24.11] | |
| [03:25.04] | In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east |
| [03:27.78] | |
| [03:28.60] | I buried my ballast, I made my peace |
| [03:31.28] | |
| [03:31.78] | With four winds, levelling the pines |
| [03:33.71] | |
| [03:34.90] | But when great Satan s gone, the whore of Babylon |
| [03:40.65] | |
| [03:42.08] | She just can t compete with all that outer space |
| [03:48.06] | |
| [03:49.81] | She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves |
| [00:59.65] | Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe |
| [01:03.20] | There s people always dying trying to keep them alive |
| [01:06.08] | |
| [01:06.70] | His body s decomposing in containers tonight |
| [01:08.82] | |
| [01:09.88] | In an abandoned building where |
| [01:12.13] | |
| [01:14.00] | A squatter s made a mural of a Mexican girl |
| [01:16.87] | |
| [01:17.55] | With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl |
| [01:20.36] | |
| [01:21.17] | She s standing in the ashes at the end of the world |
| [01:24.48] | Four winds blowing through her hair |
| [01:27.54] | But when great Satan s gone, the whore of Babylon |
| [01:33.72] | |
| [01:35.03] | She just can t sustain the pressure where it s placed |
| [01:41.58] | She caves |
| [01:43.83] | |
| [02:01.92] | The Bible s blind, the Torah s deaf, the Qu ran s mute |
| [02:06.04] | If you burn them all together you get close to the truth still |
| [02:09.04] | They are pouring over sanskrit on the ivy league moons |
| [02:12.66] | While shadows lengthen the sun |
| [02:14.96] | |
| [02:15.96] | Cast off the schools of meditation built to soften the times |
| [02:19.02] | |
| [02:19.89] | And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds |
| [02:22.58] | |
| [02:23.45] | It s knocking over fences, crossing property lines |
| [02:25.95] | |
| [02:26.64] | Four winds, cry until it comes |
| [02:29.07] | |
| [02:29.88] | And it s the son of man |
| [02:32.93] | |
| [02:33.50] | Slouching towards Bethlehem |
| [02:35.87] | |
| [02:37.24] | A heart just can t contain all of that empty space |
| [02:43.61] | |
| [02:45.04] | It breaks, it breaks, it breaks |
| [02:53.71] | |
| [03:06.76] | Well, I went back to my rented Cadillac and company jet |
| [03:09.50] | |
| [03:10.44] | Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps |
| [03:13.31] | |
| [03:14.30] | All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead |
| [03:17.05] | |
| [03:17.61] | They said, You d better look alive |
| [03:20.11] | |
| [03:21.24] | And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps |
| [03:24.11] | |
| [03:25.04] | In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east |
| [03:27.78] | |
| [03:28.60] | I buried my ballast, I made my peace |
| [03:31.28] | |
| [03:31.78] | With four winds, levelling the pines |
| [03:33.71] | |
| [03:34.90] | But when great Satan s gone, the whore of Babylon |
| [03:40.65] | |
| [03:42.08] | She just can t compete with all that outer space |
| [03:48.06] | |
| [03:49.81] | She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves |