There's anthrax in the envelope I opened in my dream
The sky is red and little kids are running, screaming in the street
I tried to run and save them, but I had molasses feet
I keep having nightmares and I'm scared to go to sleep.
With you
falling I'll jump down
and touch your face while we're both sinking, stinking, thinking
We won't drown
You are my friend
And what we're doing's too important for
Our lives to end quite yet
In Montreal, I got so mad someone broke into the van
Stole my guitar and Erin's bag
Then we turned on CNN
Watched the towers fall again
And realized that our lives aren't so bad.
This is just a test ticket with love And you will pass
You will be rewarded if you do your very best
Nothing ever goes as planned So don't take anything for granted
If you do, the world will kick your ass
The air is filled with computers
And carpets
Skin and bones and telephones and file cabinets
Coke machines, fire men
Landing gear and cement
They say that it's okay
But I say don't breathe in
The air is filled with computers
And carpets
Skin and bones and telephones and file cabinets
Coke machines, fire men
Landing gear and cement
They say that it's okay
But I say don't breathe that shit in…
An angel named Gabriel is watching over you
He was a friend, mistreated but now he's dead
So say you're sorry to him
When you say your prayers tonight
If you make a mess
The gates to heaven, here on earth
Will open up again
If you
fall in, I'll jump down
And touch your face, while we're both sinking, stinking, thinking
We won't drown
You are my friend
And what we're doing's too important for
Our lives to end quite yet..
The sky is red and little kids are running, screaming in the street
I tried to run and save them, but I had molasses feet
I keep having nightmares and I'm scared to go to sleep.
With you
falling I'll jump down
and touch your face while we're both sinking, stinking, thinking
We won't drown
You are my friend
And what we're doing's too important for
Our lives to end quite yet
In Montreal, I got so mad someone broke into the van
Stole my guitar and Erin's bag
Then we turned on CNN
Watched the towers fall again
And realized that our lives aren't so bad.
This is just a test ticket with love And you will pass
You will be rewarded if you do your very best
Nothing ever goes as planned So don't take anything for granted
If you do, the world will kick your ass
The air is filled with computers
And carpets
Skin and bones and telephones and file cabinets
Coke machines, fire men
Landing gear and cement
They say that it's okay
But I say don't breathe in
The air is filled with computers
And carpets
Skin and bones and telephones and file cabinets
Coke machines, fire men
Landing gear and cement
They say that it's okay
But I say don't breathe that shit in…
An angel named Gabriel is watching over you
He was a friend, mistreated but now he's dead
So say you're sorry to him
When you say your prayers tonight
If you make a mess
The gates to heaven, here on earth
Will open up again
If you
fall in, I'll jump down
And touch your face, while we're both sinking, stinking, thinking
We won't drown
You are my friend
And what we're doing's too important for
Our lives to end quite yet..
envoyé par giorgio - 25/10/2009 - 11:23
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Lyrics & Music by Kimya Dawson
An awful song about 9/11 first appeared on "Body of War: Songs that Inspired an Iraq War Veteran" (soundtrack of the famous documentary "Body of War"), a double-CD various artists' compilation.