Slippery Stones

Running down hill
Running so fast, horses are far behind
Slippery stones, forbidden paths
Under the rain, we’re going where we’re going

It’s beautiful as a day can be
It’s beautiful as life can be
(Will it be like today for the rest of our lives
Or will it be crushed like a bug under a thousand boots?)

Windows wide open, so dark is the night
Lighthouse beams on your skin, on the walls
Someone is singing far in the fields
Far in the fields
Under the rain they sing

It’s beautiful as a night can be
It’s beautiful as life should be
(Will it be like today for the rest of our lives
Or will it be crushed like a bug under a thousand boots?)