Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rivers in the Dust, artist - Radical Face.
Date of issue: 24.03.2016
Song language: English
Rivers in the Dust |
The sweat cuts rivers in the dust on your face |
While the wheels beneath complain |
The wind still whistles through the haze |
And the sun shines like a razorblade |
And the bones of crops and banknotes pave the way |
The highways are lined with graves |
Like the fingernails of giants |
Like blood pulled through a vein |
We rush the west in silence |
And I am not the one you wanted here |
But I will fill my post |
Heaven’s touch is often out of reach to those who want it most |
You wear a rose from yesterday |
Like the world is green and overgrown |
And I wear a handkerchief around my mouth |
To keep the dust and ashes out |
I dream a glass of water |
With you dreaming of the sea |
And I watch my feet and you would watch the sky |
And we would wonder why our eyes no longer meet |
It was hard to call the thing we saw a storm |
Like it had climbed out from the pages of some novel |
And the sheets of dust hit everything like waves against the rocks |
It was morning but I’d be damned if I could tell |
And you would hold my hand and close your eyes |
And I didn’t mind |
When hell bares its teeth you learn your place |
And this godforsaken sun could be the moon for all it provides |
Eyes are on the road |
Before it disappears again |