اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
This town’s three hours from nowhere
White shirts will never see what made me
They found where the gold was plundered
Took and they looked so indolently
My whole family left the dairy farm
And my uncle sold our quota
I crossed the mountains and I made a start
I played my part but the axe it chose me
In dreams of iron I felt violent when my saw went
Got used to falling so I went calling on a friend
Dove off my island, I fell silent and I swam
And it got harder, I felt the water rushing in
Dreamt that I drove into a hellish squalor
I left my lover just like my father did
When I woke up I felt just like a child
I sat up in my chair and straightened up my collar
Sometimes you get a windless warning
I wish I would have listened back in my days old
‘Cause I once lived to take the forest away
And I can never go back to my home once it’s sold
In dreams of iron I felt violent when my saw went
Got used to falling so I went calling on a friend
Dove off my island, I fell silent and I swam
And it got harder, I felt the water rushing in
