Song | Cry To Heaven |
Artist | Elton John |
Album | Ice On Fire |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Bernie Taupin Music:Elton John | |
I found a black beret on the street today | |
It was lying in the gutter all torn | |
There's a white flag flying on a tall building | |
But the kids just watch the storm | |
Their dirty faces pressed on the windows | |
Shattered glass before their eyes | |
There's a mad dog barking in a burned out subway | |
Where the sniper sleeps at night | |
No birthday songs to sing again | |
Just bricks and stones to give them | |
Wrap them up in your father's flags | |
And let them cry to heaven | |
There are many graves by a cold lake | |
As the beds were when your babies are born | |
And your rag doll sits with a permanent grin | |
But the kids just watch the storm | |
I saw a black cat tease a white mouse | |
Until he killed it with his claws | |
Seems a lot of countries do the same thing | |
Before they go to war |
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
I found a black beret on the street today | |
It was lying in the gutter all torn | |
There' s a white flag flying on a tall building | |
But the kids just watch the storm | |
Their dirty faces pressed on the windows | |
Shattered glass before their eyes | |
There' s a mad dog barking in a burned out subway | |
Where the sniper sleeps at night | |
No birthday songs to sing again | |
Just bricks and stones to give them | |
Wrap them up in your father' s flags | |
And let them cry to heaven | |
There are many graves by a cold lake | |
As the beds were when your babies are born | |
And your rag doll sits with a permanent grin | |
But the kids just watch the storm | |
I saw a black cat tease a white mouse | |
Until he killed it with his claws | |
Seems a lot of countries do the same thing | |
Before they go to war |
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
I found a black beret on the street today | |
It was lying in the gutter all torn | |
There' s a white flag flying on a tall building | |
But the kids just watch the storm | |
Their dirty faces pressed on the windows | |
Shattered glass before their eyes | |
There' s a mad dog barking in a burned out subway | |
Where the sniper sleeps at night | |
No birthday songs to sing again | |
Just bricks and stones to give them | |
Wrap them up in your father' s flags | |
And let them cry to heaven | |
There are many graves by a cold lake | |
As the beds were when your babies are born | |
And your rag doll sits with a permanent grin | |
But the kids just watch the storm | |
I saw a black cat tease a white mouse | |
Until he killed it with his claws | |
Seems a lot of countries do the same thing | |
Before they go to war |