Story From Strawmouth 歌词

Burn wounds, legless dolls, houses charred and empty Flood lights, uniforms, haul our families off in trucks What hills are those we see so far? Those hills so high and fair Those are the hills of the homes we left I miss my little sister so, can't we go back and look? Sorry your sister's gone for good See that tip of the land she said, that is where we must walk and there find passage out to the sea I'm so very cold, can we not light a fire? No, we can't light a fire, they'll see, they will come for us. It's a long way coming down the mountain It's a rabbit black coming down the mountain