Orenda Fink - Les Invisibles lyrics

rate me

I make it each day

With the help of the good Lord

But late night

I comb the streets

Looking for a way to feed

Hell came in the way

Of a war and a child

That never returned

He never returned

We raise our hands and pray

Les invisibles

We hold our heads in shame

Les invisibles

And as my weathered hands

Cracked and colored

With years of pain

Of the brokenhearted

Frame their plates

Of whiten and gold

You take no note

Of your warm presenter

Would you like to know what

I'd done for dinner

And I've outlived my boy

Just to serve it to you

You've waged this war

The rich wage wars

The rich take more

We raise our hands and pray

Les invisibles

We hold our heads in shame

Les invisibles

We raise our hands and pray

Les invisibles

We hold our heads in shame

Les invisibles

We raise our hands and pray

Les invisibles

We hold our heads in shame

Les invisibles