Roya Arab

Iranian Musician and Archaeologist

Nothing Else (Arab, Keeler)

My angel, clipped wings I know
Wonders in darkness on grimy ground
In a forest unclean, unsound
Everything, everything has gone wild

Make land for the cows to graze
Leaflets scattered around to advertise, sell out

A swamp, in it hands stretched out
To catch a passing dime
Donations to the rich, widened pavements for the poor
Somewhere else to lie

But my friend the carriage door stands slightly ajar
And I know clipped wings make uneasy flight
But we’ve got to reach

A place where the feast never ends
A moment when the music celebrates
And a time when darkness belongs to night skies
And nothing else

Tomorrow my spirit’s seen
Fears today my mind
Soul aches so deep
Always craves my body to reach

A place where the feast never ends
A moment when the music celebrates
And a time when darkness belongs to night skies
And nothing else.