Paroles de Heaven Has No Wings

When the fire was out And you'd kick the doors in And marched in and caught Babies wailing on a tightrope In this winter of dust He held your hand and held a scythe You were tougher than him You were getting that grain He said: No matter what you grow, keep my hand, watch it sow We all catch falcons We've all got meat on our hands But he strokes their angry beaks Speaks to them his sickly truths And he sends them back into the sky Saying take me far away Then blast me down with fire and rain Oh, take me far away Then blast me down with fire and rain Heaven has no wings itself Heaven, heaven Heaven has no wings itself Heaven, heaven Heaven has no wings itself Heaven, heaven Heaven has no wings itself