John Cale - Face To The Sky lyrics

rate me

She is standing, listening to the wind

Dark is lifting, her face to the sky

I woke up with laughter

Swimming around the, dizzy as a turf

On a chessboard

Dizzy as a turf, on a chessboard

The memory of wild man

Standing still

In the desert he will find

Holding back the few and whistling her truth

Dizzy as a turf, on a chessboard

She run all the kindness, she drugged out the game

She run out of everything she had to say

Wind and the darkness, lift her face

And she sky was bursting again

Her own …laughter, swirling around her

Dizzy as a turf, on a chessboard

Dizzy as a turf, on a chessboard

Whistling the tune, that’s she’s never win

Holding back the fury and the wind

And somebody’s here in all her thoughts

And lifting her face to the sky

Lifting her face to the sky

Lifting, lifting, lifting face

Lifting, lifting, lifting her face

Lifting, lifting, lifting her face

Lifting, lifting, lifting her face.