Michael Nyman & David McAlmont - 8. Fever, sticks and bones | Текст песни

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• Michael Nyman & David McAlmont
• 8. Fever, sticks and bones

Is it a river
Is it the ocean
Are there crocodiles or sharks
I know it's not a dream
Where I am hidden
I'm a shadow in the dark
Of a long night's hope
Waiting for a signal from a border post
To guide me to the other side
I'm trying, I'm trying hard to hide
From the thieves that always find
And take everything from me
My skin's aflame with mosquito bites
I dream of leopards stalking me
Vultures circling

If it's time to go
I don't feel any safer
The water isn't slow
The muddy bank is soft
But I'm walking onto splinters
Like these fever sticks and bones
I can't swim or run across this river
But I'm holding on to someone
Who lost his one and only son
He's praying and I'm praying
That this chain is gonna keep survivors safe
Squeeze my hand we mustn't break
Don't let the undertow take away
The hope that is wading
Keep on wading, wading.