Текст песни Anna Tivel - Black Balloon

storm coming in, and hail the size of quarters
turn the radio down, yeah they’re always trying to warn you
with the static crying and the water rising on road
but you built this place out of lust and blood, dug the lines to feed it, fed the bones you dug
to the dogs come creeping all mange and mud, their wild eyes shining at you, starved for love
get back little doggies, i am not your man
i was never the savior of anything
just a hungry laborer, reticent, to belong to a world that so soon forgets

storm coming in, and you are no performer
but your hair stands up for the thunder of a story
and the night is howling and the hawks and owls calling your name
so you climb to the roof where you can see the town, and the cars all packed
hatches boarded down
and the trees bent back, till they kiss the ground, limbs all awry, limbs all around
snap back sweet branches i am not alone
i was never the champion of anyone
just a hungry man, all flesh and bone, dug deep inside of my sunken home

but they’ll never find me, now that i’m flying, oh how they’ll weep and moan
i’ll be a tale to tell, a page to fill and sell, the man who closed the eye of the storm

storm coming in, and people say they saw it
just a hungry man, with his arms out on the turret
like a raven’s wings, they can’t even be certain what they saw
but he took to the sky like a black balloon, rising higher and higher in the storm he flew
like a warning beacon, like the rectitude, like fire
get back little brother, close the kitchen door
there is nobody out there in the thunderstorm
just a hungry soul, rising from the floor, to the sky
but they’ll never find me, now that i’m flying, oh how they’ll weep and moan
i’ll be a tale to tell, a page to fill and sell, the man who closed the eye of the storm