Filter - Veto, Troels Abrahamsen, Jens Skov Thomsen

I promised you

I’d send you money when I got here

But when I got here

There was no work to find anywhere

So I slaved up the mountain

And rolled down rocks from the top

Hoping that I’d one day

Fill this valley up

But for every stone I rolled down

The mountain got slightly smaller

Until the rocks that I had rolled down

Had leveled the earth

I promised I’d send back gold

When I got to the river

I was sure that the sandy bed

Would soon deliver

So I filled my buckets

And drew them up

I filtered through every

Corn of sand I pulled up

But for every bucket I pulled

The level got slightly lower

Until the very last bucket I pulled

Had emptied the river