WHY? - Eskimo Snow lyrics
[WHY? - Eskimo Snow lyrics]
All my words for sadness:
Like Eskimo snow on unmanned crosses, all
Planted in threes
In a field for living trees
Are hummed as prayers in secret
And sung through speakers in rooms
For people to hear it
Even when I'm wasted and numb
With the words for good wine
On a philistine's tongue
And I'm under something black
And thicker than a sheet for ghosts
Or the first feet of snow that old
That old clouds yield
On the crosses
On the chests of dead soldiers in a field
Then I'm
Then I'm still here
Bearing my watery fruit's, if fruit's at all
Then I'm still here
Barely understanding what truth
That rarely calls then I'm still here
Bearing my watery fruit's, if fruit's at all
Then I'm still here
Barely understanding what truth
That rarely calls
Like Eskimo snow on unmanned crosses, all
Planted in threes
In a field for living trees
Are hummed as prayers in secret
And sung through speakers in rooms
For people to hear it
Even when I'm wasted and numb
With the words for good wine
On a philistine's tongue
And I'm under something black
And thicker than a sheet for ghosts
Or the first feet of snow that old
That old clouds yield
On the crosses
On the chests of dead soldiers in a field
Then I'm
Then I'm still here
Bearing my watery fruit's, if fruit's at all
Then I'm still here
Barely understanding what truth
That rarely calls then I'm still here
Bearing my watery fruit's, if fruit's at all
Then I'm still here
Barely understanding what truth
That rarely calls