paroles de chanson Theory Of Truthmakers - Michael Weston King

It's 5am
Walking down to the station again
Christmas lights flood the village and then
A hush of white

Soaking and cold
What does it mean now to have and to hold
Truthmakers lie in the ground
Theories abound

But you and I
We press our palms
And reach for the sky

There's a face in the cloud
I don't recognise
That stares down on you and I

And in the hills
I hear echoes of speeches I've made
I have no money, but for my words,
They linger long in the shade

The shade is the place
I lay my head, rest my case
All my battles behind me now
Still theories abound

Hush little child
Don't be afraid
Of the winters cloud

There's a man on the street
And there's poetry
In what he shouts out loud