Rivers In The Dust Lyrics - The Family Tree: The Leaves - Radical Face

The sweat cuts rivers in the dust 

On your face 

While the wheels beneath complain 

The wind still whistles through the haze 

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 over grown 

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'd 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 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 bears its teeth 

You learn your face 

And this god forsaken sun could be the moon 

For all it provides 

Eyes are on the roads 

Before it disappears again 

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