Слова:
A Silver Mt Zion

are we all so alone here All we need is a little more hope, a little more joy All we need is a little more light, a little less weight, a little more

We all got born so afraid And still search for words To describe that pain And cling to each other Like pigeons in the rain And nuzzle over feathered

It will not be a tender fire Upon your postcard mountains No golden children Will write hymns about The slow defeat of your reckless destiny Bullets

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Babylon was built on fire And the bones of useless machines It hurt to breathe You fell away from me Packs of helicopters divide Across a crowded sky

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On silver mount zion All buried in ruins We was dancing the hora Until we vomited blood Spinning like crazy Shoshana was jonesing The towers had