Trébaol - Dead Air Lyrics

There ain't no sun
Shinin' in the sky
Just dead air where
The birds did fly
No music left to
Herald the dawn
Their hearts keep ticking
But the spirit is gone
There's a boy in the rain
But the storm hasn't come
A look in his dead eyes
You'll know where he's from
And the daughter of excess
With holes in her shoes
Twirls her black dress
As he sings the blues
Down at the cul-de-sac
A child is dying
Wrapped in the drapery
The mother is crying
There's no more medicine
Left for her son
Only tall mountains
Of bullets and poison
There's a boy in the dust
And the wind screams relentless
A look in his dry eyes
The sins they confess
And the daughter of rainfall
With coins on her eyes
Her cold hands are crossed but
She tells no lies