Fragile little thing go lightly on the wing
Don't be put off your game
If troubled wind should blow you off your way
Natural love and trust
Have downed their tools and struck
The nation's heart it rusts is no suprise
and seems so appropriate today
Black tears on a red rock
Fall right through and they dry up
How could it fail to grab your attention
Black tears on a red rock
These trees bear a strange fruit
Harvesting lies and poisoned blossoms of the truth
There's blood on all our hands and blood on our boots
And black tears on a red rock
An island watch house bed
A black man's lying dead
An island watch house bed
A black man's lying dead
Black Tears Video (MV)
Performed By: Powderfinger
Written by: BERNARD JOSEPH FANNING, DARREN STUART MIDDLETON, IAN DAVID HAUG, JOHN ANDREW COLLINS, JONATHAN ROBERT COGHILL
Powderfinger - Black Tears Lyrics
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Fragile little thing go lightly on the wing
Don't be put off your game
If troubled wind should blow you off your way
Natural love and trust
Have downed their tools and struck
The nation's heart it rusts is no suprise
and seems so appropriate today
Black tears on a red rock
Fall right through and they dry up
How could it fail to grab your attention
Black tears on a red rock
These trees bear a strange fruit
Harvesting lies and poisoned blossoms of the truth
There's blood on all our hands and blood on our boots
And black tears on a red rock
An island watch house bed
A black man's lying dead
An island watch house bed
A black man's lying dead
Don't be put off your game
If troubled wind should blow you off your way
Natural love and trust
Have downed their tools and struck
The nation's heart it rusts is no suprise
and seems so appropriate today
Black tears on a red rock
Fall right through and they dry up
How could it fail to grab your attention
Black tears on a red rock
These trees bear a strange fruit
Harvesting lies and poisoned blossoms of the truth
There's blood on all our hands and blood on our boots
And black tears on a red rock
An island watch house bed
A black man's lying dead
An island watch house bed
A black man's lying dead
Writer: BERNARD JOSEPH FANNING, DARREN STUART MIDDLETON, IAN DAVID HAUG, JOHN ANDREW COLLINS, JONATHAN ROBERT COGHILL
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.