paroles de chanson Robes of Bible Black - Howe Gelb

Keep little the promise
But less the lie
From down this mud, here
To the way-up sky
Let light and love
Be kept to the test
In short supply
Never enter the nest

Now, sleep with eyes rolled back
So the tongue might taste
The sweet dream o' water
But not the waste
When in time to turn
Come time awake
Back from luck
To the same mistake

Keep little the promise
But less the lie
From down this mud (here)
To the way-up sky
Let light and love
Be keep to the test
In short supply
Never enter the nest

Faint heart will rise
From track to trail
When the storm will ease
And the clear sky prevails
It'll find the one
With the heartless wail
It'll slide back in
Where love grew stale

Wearin' the robes (wearin' the robes)
Of bible-black (of bible-black)
Torn in shreds, now (torn in shreds)
From self-attack (from self-attack)
Lingerin' long (lingerin' long)
When it's time to turn back
Better bury y'r faint heart
By the railroad track (railroad... track)