The Dead Sea – A Jealousy Issue – letras

And the olive trees, for the locust devoured them as wellYou will not let me dieWhy notThe trees and fields have been picked dry yet you keep me here for whatTo sit at your side. Let me die young and empty of daysBury my bones under the bare olive treeLet my name rest on the tip of your toungeAs the night captured our still voicesThe contrast of the sky locks our eyes one last time