you who love the truth
Singer:don mclean
black crows in the summer sky. wheat fields turned to gold
workers in the blazing sun. forests in the cold
farmers in a cabin room. portraits of your eyes
look at me in painful gloom
they've seen so many lies
you who love the truth have seen
skeletons smoke cigarettes. a blazing sun that never sets
a purple forest in the haze. hands that know of common ways
some survive their shattered dreams
but you are lost in colour schemes
falling down between the seams
you who love the truth have seen
i wonder how you'd feel today
if you knew the millions that they'd paid
for canvas glowing with your heat
shown in airconditioned suites
with glass and steel and carpet floors
stored in crypts as cold as yours
portraits of your bleeding eyes
eyes that saw so many lies
you who love the truth have seen