She Dont Hear Your Prayer — текст песни (Cousteau)

Oh brother please,

Still the guns at your side

Its only me

We got through it alive





The more things change

The more were turning to stone

A naked flame

That leaves the lonesome alone





Were cain now were able

A three of a kind

Shes more than one woman,

One woman

The best you could find







Though it feels just like her

Her skin and her hair,

She dont hear your prayer

Anyway, anywhere







Though it looks just like her

She aint got her eyes

Like someone else in disguise

Or just a trick of the light





An idiot tune

Turning round in my head

I wish I were you

Then I wish I were dead



All love is insane

Wars never get won

Complicated ways

To cover over the sun





I see it behind you

My hands are tied

This thing it aint broken

Just idling,

Biding its time...





This living is fatal

Just breathing the air

Im well out of welcome

Ill tell ya

Stay well out of there.....