Robes of Bible Black Songtext
von Giant Sand

Keep little the promise and less the lie
From down this mud to way up sky
Let light and love be kept to the test
And short supply never enter the nest

Dream with eyes rolled back, so tongue may never taste
Only sweet dream water and not the waste
When to turn time awake
Back from luck to the same mistake


Sipping a breath between coughs of rage
You pulled from your pocket, a single ripped white phone book page
You let it go above a faint heart grave
And a wind, like a host, introduces it to sage

Wearing the robes of bible black
Torn to shreds from self attack

Faint heart will rise from track to train
When the storm will ease, clear sky will prevail
It′ll find the one with the loveless wail
It'll slide back in with heart grew stale

Silver dreams hung on a golden nail
Silver dreams hung on a golden nail
Silver dreams hung on a golden nail
Wishing well


Rumba, me or tango
Mister maestro