Fault Line Songtext
von The Magic Lantern

There′s a fault line
Running right down the middle
Running right down the middle

And it divides and splits
Us from each other
Us from each other

There's an old song
Woody Guthrie sang
This land is your land
And this land is my land too
Though it sounds so simple
I dare you to say it′s not true babe
What if it's true babe?

Fear's an inquiline
Living right in here
Living deep in here

And it takes what it needs
And leaves you gasping
Leaves you hollowed out


There′s an old, old trick
That will break your heart
Tilting at windmills
Believing they′re swinging at you
Till you're trapped in the flag
That you′re wrapped in too tight to undo babe
Your lips are blue, babe

Does it trickle down?
'Oh simmer down!′
Does it trickle down?
Beware the prophet in a paper crown
Does the head swim but the heart drown?

At the shoreline
There are dreams and bodies breaking
Dreams and bodies breaking

And they say not a word
For who would listen?
Who would hear them out?

These are old, old bones
And they know their worth
Ringing with truth of the struggle
And pain of the birth
Now all of the promise they carried
Returns to the earth
The bleached ash earth babe


Does it trickle down?
'Oh simmer down!′
Does it trickle down?
Beware the prophet in a paper crown
Does the head swim but the heart drown?

Mighty river
Roll on, roll on
Mighty river
Hold on, hold on