Uneasy Nights - Richard Meyer
In the troubled countries where the military breeds
Flags are burning in the noisy breeze
The crowd breaks open as the cameras roll
For skins and shadows and a hail of stones
Votive candles burn to nothing behind pulled down shades
The curfew cuts and falls down like a sabre biade
In the streets a hollow isolating siren moans
As the spirit of the country hits the worn down walls
Uneasy trees blow in uneasy winds
History repeats itself in shivers and spins
Uneasy nights, in uneasy rooms
Uneasy love for uneasy truths
In the city of phantoms that's solid in the press
Mothers search for children through the ghostliness
Whispers are the only things that whisperers dare
Where handcuffs make the sign of an offered prayer
One man will talk to another but not trust his eyes
The trigger full of mercy tells the truth from lies
They walk through living rooted trees in the park
That cannot hear and cannot know their hearts
CHORUS
In my bed love untangles and we talk out loud
By the light of a candle that's for romance now
Through the open window ali sorts of breezes blow
And we laugh as if our birthrights could not easily go
CHORUS
© 1986 by Richard Meyer - Laughing/Scared Music (ASCAP)