Текст и слова песни A Silver Mt. Zion – Could'Ve Moved Mountains
(left)
The community is sick and the community is blind, yeah.
And it's colder than poland and the sun is not shining here;
And we're tangled in the shit of each other's ruined affairs;
And half of us are faking, and the other half is tired and scared...
(right)
Please believe in labour and hope and joy;
'Cause like a little boy, i have destroyed hope and joy;
And lately i dream about angels with molotovs;
And nightly they fist me, wrists like tender trucks...
These hands could've moved mountains
The community is sick and the community is blind, yeah.
And it's colder than poland and the sun is not shining here;
And we're tangled in the shit of each other's ruined affairs;
And half of us are faking, and the other half is tired and scared...
(right)
Please believe in labour and hope and joy;
'Cause like a little boy, i have destroyed hope and joy;
And lately i dream about angels with molotovs;
And nightly they fist me, wrists like tender trucks...
These hands could've moved mountains
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