Roots of Love - David Gray

If the silence doesn’t kill it

Then illusion will

Well we’re staring at the sky

But the moon ain’t gonna pay our bills

And now we’re laughing bout it loud

When oh you know it ain’t no joke

To see them kick the rose with glitter

Trade your dreams for smoke

And there’s teardrops in the treetops

The wind is whistling through the mountain’s teeth

A song for every wounded dove

But we’re out further than the rainbow’s edge

Going down, down

To the roots of love

And it’s raining in my kitchen

Storm in my front room

The instructions don’t say nothing

Just desire and consume

And the stars are falling right into my eyes

And it might be built out of sand

But maybe baby it’s paradise

And there’s teardrops in the treetops

The wind is whistling through the mountain’s teeth

A song for every wounded dove

But we’re out further than the rainbow’s edge

Going down, down

To the roots

Going down, down

To the roots

Going down, down, down

To the roots of love

Na na na na na na na na na

Na na na na na na na na na

Na na na no no no no no

Na na na na na na na na na