Roots of Love

Текст песни David Gray - Roots of Love

If the silence doesn't kill it
Then illusion will
And you're staring at the sky
But the moon ain't gonna pay our bill
And we're laughing 'bout it loud
When oh, you know it ain't no joke
To see them cake the roads with glitter
Trade your dreams for smoke

Teardrops in the treetops
The wind is whistlin' through the mountain's teeth
A song for every wounded dove
But we're out further than the rainbow's edge
Going down, down to the roots of love

And it's raining in my kitchen
Storm in my front room
And the instructions don't say nothing
Just desire and consume
And the stars are falling right into my eyes
It might be built out of sand
But maybe, baby, it's paradise

Teardrops in the treetops
The wind is whistlin' through the mountain's teeth
A song for every wounded dove
But we're out further than the rainbow's edge
Going down, down to the roots
Going down, down to the roots
Going down, down to the roots of love

Well, now
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na, no, no, no, no, no
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na