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