Four Winds The Killers

Four Winds cover by The Killers. Lyrics: Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe There s people always dying trying to keep them alive There are bodies decomposing in containers tonight In an abandoned building where A squatter s made a mural of a Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl She s standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four winds blowing through her hair But when great Satan s gone, the whore of Babylon She just can t sustain the pressure where it s placed She caves, she caves The Bible s blind, the Torah s deaf, the Koran is mute If you burned them all together you d be close to the truth still They re poring over Sanskrit under Ivy League moons While shadows lengthen in the sun Cast on a school of meditation built to soften the times And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds It s knocking