"Black holes in the sand
In the small hours I realize what I have done (x2)
I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that wokew the city (x2)
And I could not feel the flower in my hand
I could not feel the cracks beneath my feet
And black holes in the sand...
Flowers in her hair... she wore flowers in her hair
And all the town would share all the young girls
Followed picking up the petals strewn everywhere
And when the flowers died they saw through the disguise
And all the towns folk circled her with prayers and tar
And feathers and fire
There's a dog loose in the woods
A fox tied to a tree
And when the farmer raises his gun
The bullets pass right through me
And everyone you know will be crawling through the snow
At the four furthest corners of town
Where they buried my bones...
Still water buried in the sand
An ancient talisman touched by a thousand hands in violence
Uncharted waters call to the deserts inner soil
But, lead us to a wall of silence
And as lie among the stones
Carvings and bones
The still waters run deep buried in the sand
An ancient talisman touched by a thousand hands in violence
This monument to greed we are carvering beneath
Is crushing everything we fought for
And as I lie among the stones
Carvings and bones
The still waters run deep...
Winter moon we sit in warm rooms outside
The winter moon shines down on a frozen field
Far beyond the edge of town furrows
Ploughed hard as mountains
We sit in warm rooms
Outside the winter moon shines down through branches
Of needle trees rake the black sky like leaves
And the stars are silent and in our rooms beside the fire
We talk ignoring all of the dramas played outside
And in our rooms beside the fire we drink
Unaware of all nature's forces in our lives..."