Isn’t It Evening (The Revolutionary) (with David Bowie) – Earl Slick – letras

Some might saySome stand in the sunSome are blindOne puts his hand in mineOne disappears his name isn’t written downOne dies on the lawnHis face turned away from it allIsn’t it eveningI forget if it’s always this wayI was told it was gold to this dayI suppose it was always this wayBut the memories won’t quitAnd they tell a story so sadIsn’t it eveningTears running byShaking and terrifyOnes falling downNothing remains insideBroken and coldHis faith lies upon the shoreFading and thinOne face crushed in lavenderIsn’t it eveningI forget if it’s always this wayI was told it was gold to this dayI suppose it was always this wayBut the memories won’t quitAnd they tell a storyIsn’t it eveningIsn’t it eveningSome are blindOne puts his hand in mineIsn’t it eveningIsn’t it evening