Fall
There's a penny poised on a whitewashed fence
There's a little black boy praying for his government
There's a nervous lady reaching for her place
There's a red faced son running from his race
Everything that rises
Everything that rises
Everything that rises must converge
This is my country-this is your sign-
We are painting fences, drawing lines
Well I don't know much about anything
And I don't know much about conversation
Look at me, look at me giving my weakness away
Do you know Coventry-ribbons and bows-
She will throw confetti in your soul
Well I don't know much about anything
And I don't know much about conversation
Look at me, look at me giving my weakness away
Caída
Hay una moneda equilibrada en una cerca encalada
Hay un niño negro rezando por su gobierno
Hay una dama nerviosa alcanzando su lugar
Hay un hijo ruborizado huyendo de su raza
Todo lo que se eleva
Todo lo que se eleva
Todo lo que se eleva debe converger
Este es mi país, esta es tu señal
Estamos pintando cercas, trazando líneas
Bueno, no sé mucho sobre nada
Y no sé mucho sobre conversación
Mírame, mírame entregando mi debilidad
¿Conoces Coventry-cintas y lazos-
Ella arrojará confeti en tu alma
Bueno, no sé mucho sobre nada
Y no sé mucho sobre conversación
Mírame, mírame entregando mi debilidad
Escrita por: Kenneth Harrison