Lyrics Peasants - Houses

Peasants

Well, I’ve been praying on my knees
And my eyes are dirty pages on the street
And that bee sting on your heart
Won’t stop the rain from coming down
Tonight, in this house, we drown
As I watch the stars align
And I keep the moon by my side
And as the fever starts to break
I’ll dig a hole for you
And it would bury us
While we turn into dust
On the white wings of God
On the white wings of God
On the white wings of God
On the white wings of God
Well, I’ve been digging up the bones
And your body is a dirty ant hill on the lawn
And I swear to God
You are my iron light
And I am your dark tonight
As I watch the stars align
And I keep the moon by my side
And as the fever starts to break
I’ll dig a hole for you
And it would bury us
And we’ll turn into dust
On the white wings of God
On the white wings of God
On the white wings of God
On the white wings of God
On the white wings of God
On the white wings of God
On the white wings of God
On the white wings of God