Текст песни Ryan Biracree - Fathers In The Dust
Ryan Biracree - Fathers In The Dust слова песни
The wind is blowin hard outsideThere`s somethin at the doorBlack cats swingin from balconiesSomeone`s dyin on the floorAn` we`re searching for our fathers in the dustGet a hold get a hold get a hold onFlyin over mountainsWave bye bye to the hurricane eyeThe black ocean surround the fireOnce I loved a womanSo the story goes`Don`t follow leaders` he saidAnd still the wind it blowsWishin for the grasslandAnd sittin on a hillA piece of peaceI wish to seeLook out the window sillAn` we`re searching for our fathers in the dustGet a hold get a hold get a hold onFlyin over mountainsWave bye bye to the hurricane eyeThe black ocean surround the fireSilver starry burnoutWith the fire in the plainsAnd th` often blueish melody Of angel still remainsSmilin past the dreamfulOf worlds and fourteen sceneTo dream it upTo blow it downFind beauty at the streamLet her inLet her inSmallest in these little rhymesLet her inLet her in..let her sinAn` we`re searching for our fathers in the dustGet a hold get a hold get a hold onFlyin over mountainsWave bye bye to the hurricane eyeThe black ocean surround the fireThe sins of our fathersMake room for our own pastI can`t provide I can`t resideIn footsteps made of sandCan they let me past their shadowsCowboys on the rangeAll the roads looked the same beforeAm I still in the cage?An` we`re searching for our fathers in the dustGet a hold get a hold get a hold onFlyin over mountainsWave bye bye to the hurricane eyeThe black ocean surround the fire