Peasants - Houses

Well, I’ve been praying on my knees

And my eyes are dirty pages on the street

And that bee sting on your heart

Won’t stop the rain from coming down

Tonight, in this house, we drown

As I watch the stars align

And I keep the moon by my side

And as the fever starts to break

I’ll dig a hole for you

And it would bury us

While we turn into dust

On the white wings of God

On the white wings of God

On the white wings of God

On the white wings of God

Well, I’ve been digging up the bones

And your body is a dirty ant hill on the lawn

And I swear to God

You are my iron light

And I am your dark tonight

As I watch the stars align

And I keep the moon by my side

And as the fever starts to break

I’ll dig a hole for you

And it would bury us

And we’ll turn into dust

On the white wings of God

On the white wings of God

On the white wings of God

On the white wings of God

On the white wings of God

On the white wings of God

On the white wings of God

On the white wings of God