Song | The Snow |
Artist | The Builders and the Butchers |
Album | Western Medicine |
There’s a cold long crack in the sky | |
There’s a bloodshot red in the eye | |
Da lie la lie la lie | |
And the world of man is nigh | |
And his river is all but dry | |
Da lie la lie la lie | |
And we can tell when the heavens gone to hell | |
Ill turn my chin forever to the cold | |
When the world is buried far beneath the snow | |
Wa Oh | |
And the bones all crack on the knife (Oh the thunder crack and the light) | |
And the wolves all come in the night | |
Da lie la lie la lie | |
And every way is fraught with wire | |
And every babe is brought to the fire | |
Da lie la lie la lie | |
And the father is dying slow | |
And the world is grey and cold | |
Its time for reaping everything you sew | |
And the miles are a hand in hand the miles of a wasted land | |
We’ll make the water one day soon I know | |
When the world is buried far beneath the snow | |
Wa Oh | |
And we can tell….. | |
And the father is dying slow… |
There' s a cold long crack in the sky | |
There' s a bloodshot red in the eye | |
Da lie la lie la lie | |
And the world of man is nigh | |
And his river is all but dry | |
Da lie la lie la lie | |
And we can tell when the heavens gone to hell | |
Ill turn my chin forever to the cold | |
When the world is buried far beneath the snow | |
Wa Oh | |
And the bones all crack on the knife Oh the thunder crack and the light | |
And the wolves all come in the night | |
Da lie la lie la lie | |
And every way is fraught with wire | |
And every babe is brought to the fire | |
Da lie la lie la lie | |
And the father is dying slow | |
And the world is grey and cold | |
Its time for reaping everything you sew | |
And the miles are a hand in hand the miles of a wasted land | |
We' ll make the water one day soon I know | |
When the world is buried far beneath the snow | |
Wa Oh | |
And we can tell.. | |
And the father is dying slow |