מילים לשיר Nothing Else – Archive

My Angel! Clipped wings, I know.
In a forest, unclean, unsound.
Make land for the cows to graze,
Wanders in darkness, on grimy ground.
Everything, everything's gone wild.
leaflets scatter around to advertise.
Sellout.
A swamp, in it hands streched out to catch a passing dime.
Donations to the rich,
But my friend the carriage door
widened opavements for the poor,
stands slightly ajar,
somewhere else to lie.
and I know clipped wings make uneasy flight,
A place where the feast never ends,
In a time when darkness belongs
but we've gotta reach!
to night's skies and nothing else.
when the music celebrates.
Tomorrow my spirit's seen, soul aches to deep,
fears today my mind, always craves my body to reach
A place where the feast never ends
a moment when the music celebrates
and a time where darkness belongs to night's skies and
nothing else.