Scanning These Crowds testo
i was half asleep in the washroom when they came in
eyes like moonlight on barbed wire and veins showing under the skin
the uniforms made me nervous, i got ready for the chase
but they left me scanning these crowds for some signs of your face
something fell in Saskatchewan in 1885
where is it now that we need it, in this century of jive?
the axe falls as if through water – never leaves a trace
and i’m scanning these crowds for some sign of your face
the world shot down love like a spy, once upon a time ago
now people stand around here, like crows in the snow
like the shadow of the rope on Louis Riél, they look so clean out of place
and i’m scanning these crowds for some sign of your face
though storms may still kiss the grasslands with primal fire
in the land of passive revolution, everything’s for hire
are they demons, are they lemmings, or just the humans in this place?
Lord, i’m scanning these crowds for some sign of your face
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