Wound In the Night

Pass me the bottle and look to my eyes Let us tear down the curtain and speak of our times There is a crack in the skin of hope and belief Perhaps if we talk we can see what it is The trees the trees are breathing despair Because some fools drilled holes in the air And it is raining in Kyev But nothing is wet for what falls On the heads of women and men Are the tears of a world torn by our greed and our lies Aha there is a wound in the night Aha the moon is covered in wine Aha but the candle is alight Won't stay for a while Let us imagine a sign Tell me your fortunes and tell me your curse Days are like knives when you plunge into yourself There's a war in the West there is a war in East And only the rich have got tickets to flee The winds the winds are stuck in the graves And the ghosts they are praying for change We know it will come but before we are done Can we toast to the ones who were broken and shun By the hammer of hearts prone to the greed and the lies Aha there is a wound in the night Aha the moon is covered in wine Aha but the candle is alight Won't stay for a while Let us imagine a sign Pass me the bottle and look to my eyes Let us tear down the curtain and speak of our times There is a crack in the skin of hope and belief Perhaps if we talk we can see what it is