Still — текст песни (Bryant Richard)

Richard Bryant
Still, the night is black there`s
Not a star that`s worth its shine
Still, I`m leaning back here
Eating rhythm, sucking time
To my heart beating out sweet tattoos
On the thin skin of my soul
On the near side of the blues
Still, I pound the dents out
Of all the dreams that crash tonight
Still, I might make sense out
Of what went wrong, what didn`t go right
And I might get the reason why the sun should rise so
Fast on those who wait to have some
Star fall in their eyes
Still I wave my hammer
To those who wait, who come, who go
Still I might not stammer
On words of love if I speak low
And now the dawn is filling up with birds so high and
Black the sun can`t shine its way
Across the feathered sky