Wildbirds & Peacedrums I Can't Tell In His Eyes
All of the people are running to the theatre
Forcing themselves with wine
But my body just wished for the one moment
That would sort the questions in his head
And I can't tell in his eyes
If he's gonna cry or if he's gonna fight
And I can't tell in his eyes
If he's gonna cry or if he's gonna fight
Lucky them who spend their summers reading erotics
And watching the kids and cat grow fat
Soon little kid and babies come and their father's forgotten
Cause he only sang a short time
Oh, he could have been a king with a mighty mighty castle
But he's not even half way
And the language he speaks does not soothe them all
So the words start tasting sour
And I can't tell in his eyes
If he's gonna cry or if he's gonna fight
And I can't tell in his eyes
If he's gonna cry or if he's gonna fight
He is finally getting himself of him
He is finally getting himself of her
She is the country that deeply betrayed him
So now he's moving to Spain
Now he's packing his things
All of his belongings
And I can't tell in his eyes
If he's gonna cry or if he's gonna fight
And I can't tell in his eyes
If he's gonna cry or if he's gonna fight
