Letra de Prologue
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Women wearing dresses in the rain
Stones line these narrow walkways
And black cars still waiting at the gates
Stones line these narrow walkways
And black cars still waiting at the gates
Peacefully displayed
Flowers perched on weathered granite
Some tended and some abandoned
Sure signs of how a life was managed or thrown away
The clouds sit dark as night
Green hills soft and wet as eyes
Rolling on for silent miles
As the sky cries and cries and cries
There's a picture resting in its frame
Beads of water streak down a familiar youthful face
They softly speak his name and sing of leaving this world a better place
It's a somber event
A beginning and an end
All seeming so unfortunate
Weighing tragic
With nothing certain to expect
Our bodies less than permanent
Should we grow bitter calluses
Lose ourselves in sadness
Every cruel word that was said and this blood upon our hands
Is it all adding up against us or is it just breath & water
Every moment that we exist is it all just leading up to this
Life crescendos to our death and baby now it's curtains
Baby, it's time for rest
Shovels scarring plots of sodden ground
An intricate bed, an intimate crowd
Trembling words cross a delicate mouth
Sleep now child, please sleep sound
Flowers perched on weathered granite
Some tended and some abandoned
Sure signs of how a life was managed or thrown away
The clouds sit dark as night
Green hills soft and wet as eyes
Rolling on for silent miles
As the sky cries and cries and cries
There's a picture resting in its frame
Beads of water streak down a familiar youthful face
They softly speak his name and sing of leaving this world a better place
It's a somber event
A beginning and an end
All seeming so unfortunate
Weighing tragic
With nothing certain to expect
Our bodies less than permanent
Should we grow bitter calluses
Lose ourselves in sadness
Every cruel word that was said and this blood upon our hands
Is it all adding up against us or is it just breath & water
Every moment that we exist is it all just leading up to this
Life crescendos to our death and baby now it's curtains
Baby, it's time for rest
Shovels scarring plots of sodden ground
An intricate bed, an intimate crowd
Trembling words cross a delicate mouth
Sleep now child, please sleep sound
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