Dead Promises Songtext
von Jay Farrar

With the motion of a bird
With a broken wing
No beast of prey
Or hungry form now
Ear-raising prospects
And head-turn harmonies

When the way is finally found
In the stacks and piles of dead promises
That we keep around


From the grotto haze
The days will evade
From near ruination
To the daytime
From the bedlam block
To the real-time rodeo

When the way is finally found
In the stacks and piles of dead promises
That we keep around

When the way is finally found
In the stacks and piles of dead promises
That we keep around