Faun Fables《Roadkill》歌词

To the coyote lying dead on the side of the highway:

I’ve been through your land countless times

Without asking your leave.

But now it seems that I am free to go on my way

While you would left there broken

With only burning father sun

To grieve and bleach your bones

As white as the moon.

As white as the yellow moon.

To the vulture flying low along the line of the highway:

You won’t have to wait very long

To eat your fill.

‘Cause the river of grey that divides the horizon

Will surely leave a carcass in its wake,

A twisted golden braid of fur and meat,

Turning black,

Black as the road.

As black as the grey road.

And the grey road is the great worm

That meets itself on the far side of the world.

And the grey road is the great worm

That eats its tail beneath our feet.

To the man selling blankets on the side of the highway:

The sign says you’re friendly and nice,

And I have no doubt that’s true.

But one of these mornings you gonna rise up singing,

A song that your grandfather knew

but your father forgot

And buried

And was paved over by the grey road,

The same road that you walk now

As nice as a man.

As nice as the last man.

And the grey road is the great worm

That meets itself on the far side of the world.

And the grey road is the great worm

That eats its tail beneath our feet.