Blackbird Running (words & music by Roy Evan Burstiner)
Counting all the drops as they fall down from the sky
Writing down the reasons to all the questions why
Pulling all the rubber bands untill they snap from heavy loads.
In the backpack of darkness, and the blinking of the light
Heading for disaster, but we’re keeping up the fight
Like a blackbird running to the heart of a deserted road
Dreaming of a symbal to fire of skin and bones
human hands of courage as they fight along the stones
Taking all the answers that are planted with the seeds
Laughing thru the chains is what we need
Tearing down the houses of the history and pain
Burning out the full moon in a natures basement rain
Blackbird is running to the eyes of a burning beat
Lashing out the colors of damage underground
Taking all the pieces of a dying tiger sound
reading from a poster of the tears that drown and flow
Splitting all the graves that we should know
Whispering the multitude of words we left behind
Erasing all the bloody eyes in mothers empty signs
Swearing at the devil in a glass of a jealous raid
Beating of a night drum in a call of nervous rage
Thundering and lighting at the burning of the sage
Blackbird is running to the sight of a thought unpaid