571. Black Sun, Death Cab

There is whiskey in the water,
And there is death upon the vine.
There is fear in the eyes of your father,
And there is “Yours” and there is “Mine.”
There is a desert veiled in pavement.
And there’s a city of seven hills.
And all our debris flows to the ocean,
To meet again, I hope it will.

How could something so fair,
Be so cruel.
When this black sun revolved,
Around you!

There is an answer in a question.
And there is hope within despair.
And there is beauty in a failure,
And there are depths beyond compare.
There is a role of a lifetime,
And there’s a song yet to be sung.

And there’s a dumpster in the driveway,
Of all the plans that came undone.

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How could something so fair
Be so cruel
When this black sun revolved
Around you!

How could something so fair
Be so cruel
When this black sun revolved
Around you!

There is whiskey in the water,
And there is death upon the vine.
And there is grace within forgiveness,
But it’s so hard for me to find.

How could something so fair,
Be so cruel.
When this black sun revolved,
Around you!

How could something so fair,
Be so cruel.
When this black sun revolved,
Around you!

Good things.