Song For St. Louis Songtext
von West End Junction
Song For St. Louis Songtext
She is watching, she is waiting over us all
She is watching, she is waiting as the night falls
Do do do do do do do
As the night falls
And who am I that I should see you
And take refuge under your arms
And who are we, the people
Wrestling with our past in chant and in song
Is it even ours? Is it even ours?
Is it even ours? Is it even ours?
She is watching, she is waiting over us all
She is watching, she is waiting as the night falls
Do do do do do do do
As the night falls
How did we get here, little ones
Do we understand where we came from
This meeting place of rivers, bodies
Red with blue and bullets with skin
It′s a funny place we all happened to be in
It's a funny place we all happened to be in
Hold the air, stay there, sleeping city
If you hold the space, the sky will fade to black each night
Do-do-do do-do. Do-do-do do-do-do-do, do-do
She is watching, she is waiting over us all
She is watching out and waiting
And will the night fall
Will the night still fall
She is watching, she is waiting as the night falls
Do do do do do do do
As the night falls
And who am I that I should see you
And take refuge under your arms
And who are we, the people
Wrestling with our past in chant and in song
Is it even ours? Is it even ours?
Is it even ours? Is it even ours?
She is watching, she is waiting over us all
She is watching, she is waiting as the night falls
Do do do do do do do
As the night falls
How did we get here, little ones
Do we understand where we came from
This meeting place of rivers, bodies
Red with blue and bullets with skin
It′s a funny place we all happened to be in
It's a funny place we all happened to be in
Hold the air, stay there, sleeping city
If you hold the space, the sky will fade to black each night
Do-do-do do-do. Do-do-do do-do-do-do, do-do
She is watching, she is waiting over us all
She is watching out and waiting
And will the night fall
Will the night still fall
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