كلمات Smaller And Smaller

Drought makes the workers dream Muscles and fields of green Shovel the last few crumbs Of generosity Open hearts, open mind, open mouth, open vein Drain Someday the rains will come My blistered hands tell me Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow BITE BITE BITE CRY I'll keep coming back Smaller and smaller and smaller Squash me Smaller and smaller and smaller Under the charity Smaller and smaller and smaller Under the topsoil Smaller and smaller and smaller Under the fingernail Smaller and smaller and smaller Then small becomes all becomes all.......... BITE BITE BITE CRY It's not a mirage It's not a mirage Trickling downward, trickling downward It's not a mirage Drain Drain BITE BITE BITE CRY