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Radical Face - Rivers In The Dust Lyrics

The sweat cuts rivers in the dust
On your face
While the wheels beneath complain
The wind still whistles through the haze
The sun shines like razorblade
And the bones of crops and banknotes
Pave the way

The highways are lined with graves
Like the fingernails of giants
Like blood pulled through a vein
We rush the west in silence
And I am not the one you wanted here
But I will fill my post
Heaven's touch is often out of reach
To those who want it most

You wear a rose from yesterday
Like the world is green and over grown
And I wear a handkerchief around my mouth
To keep the dust and ashes out

I dream a glass of water
With your dreaming of the sea
And I watch my feet
And you would watch the sky
And we would wonder why our eyes no longer meets

It was hard to call the thing we saw a storm
Like it had climbed from the pages of some novel
And the sheets of dust hit everything
Like waves against the rocks
It was morning but I'd be damned
If I could tell
And you would hold my hand
And close your eyes
And I didn't mind

When hell bears its teeth
You learn your face
And this God forsaken sun could be the moon
For all it provides
Eyes are on the roads
Before it disappears again