Church - Tristesse Lyrics
Here in this desert, beneath the sun and starsStill troubled by the rumblings of a million distant carsPlease be good to me tonight, let me find my wayThe air has some command in it I cannot disobeyA gunfight in dodge city, a murder in bombayAll these deeds and worldly needs I must shrug off todayAll my life spent searching for prowessLeft me lying here with you, tristesseI was working in an orchard that grew the strangest fruitIt wasnt mother nature that made those trees take rootYour children cannot hear you, they only want your lootYou hold on to their essence like a parachuteThey never believed you were in distressNow youve gone and left them with tristesseOh, waters inflamedAh, fires burning outAh, ice melting downAh, fires burnt outA hotel suite in a rich mans town, a hut in botany bayA prisoner by my own device, a mountain in my wayIm gonna have to alter my addressCause I cant stay much longer with tristesseAnd they call this carnival progressInvited by our queen tonight, tristesse
