Better Morning Lyrics - Ethnolution Ad - Mob Rules

In a land where the ground is burned 

You bring me water from the well 

In a time where the clouds have turbed 

The sun has the brightest light 

Have a seat on a nearby dune 

You feel the heat of the desert sand 

Hear the voice of the wind in tune 

The secret of dried-out land 

Watching the silence everywhere 

But nobody cares 

When some flowers come out of the blue 

Midnight hour's reflecting the truth 

Dust and dirt on an unholy ground 

Imapled by the merciless sun 

When the sun is burning hot 

And the land is a dried out desert 

When just the moon can leave a spot 

At a place of eternal distance 

See them glow in a burning place 

See them long for a better morning 

Hear them scream for a rainy day 

Watch them fight for a colder dawning