Dirt - Keane

It’s market day when

They bring the flood

Faster than our feet can run

Swarm of angels from above

All is broken, still they come

And round the oak tree

Air is shaking

Children sleep under the sun

And we go down to the river to pray

Pray for magic and another day

But it’s low now, it’s like we’re fading away

Into the dirt of memory

Along the Silk Road

The fires burn

Where the seats of learning stood

And handsome couples

Would take a turn

Through the wealthy neighbourhood

Oh, roll the stone or move the mountain

Wake oh, wake your time has come

And we go down to the river to pray

Pray for magic and another day

But it’s low now

It’s like we’re fading away

Into the dirt of memory

And we go down to the river today

We pray for silence and we pray for grace

But it’s low now

Still you’re rubbing my face

Into the dirt of memory