So you will find him sitting there
All alone upon the hill
His eyes catching the blue skies
Where the eagles fly high
And he knows that he can hear them
Crying silent words behind the clouds
Desperate now full of anger now
Because there's no one here who cares about
Red is my blood, but blue is my soul
Drums beating once loud
Are now beating so low...
Where is the truth in which to believe
Where are my roots,who is the thief
Red is my blood but blues is my soul
But...
Grey is the color of the w
So you will find him sitting there
All alone upon the hill
His eyes catching the blue skies
Where the eagles fly high
And he knows that he can hear them
Crying silent words behind the clouds
Desperate now full of anger now
Because there's no one here who cares about
Red is my blood, but blue is my soul
Drums beating once loud
Are now beating so low...
Where is the truth in which to believe
Where are my roots,who is the thief
Red is my blood but blues is my soul
But...
Grey is the color of the w
