Текст Emma Louise – Night Song

Fight, gun held to a father’s son at night
Cross stripped underneath their thumbs
And burn like the best end of a cigarette

And oh… night sings ooh…

And height eyes closed under father’s arms in fright
He is pressed to the sound of guns
And broken like the back end of a sinking boat

And oh… night sings ooh…

And rip in her skin, husband cried
Sweat in his children’s eyes
And how do you choke with guns at throat
And all the stolen peoples broke

And oh… night sings, night sings, night sings