As your loved ones they place
Heavy stones on your face
Your sonnets of life
They are filling the case
High windows inside me
Look down on your face.
Changing white fingers
For men in the sand
Burning bright spears
That you hold in your hand
Grey children you've spawned
They just won't understand
As the slow pulse of sobbing
Dries-from the sky
My grief in red circles
Surrounding an eye
Grey child stands looking
And passes on by.
[00:31.11]As your loved ones they place
[00:33.24]Heavy stones on your face
[00:35.82]Your sonnets of life
[00:37.80]They are filling the case
[00:40.24]High windows inside me
[00:42.35]Look down on your face.
[00:45.46]
[00:58.65]Changing white fingers
[01:00.56]For men in the sand
[01:03.19]Burning bright spears
[01:05.00]That you hold in your hand
[01:07.40]Grey children you've spawned
[01:09.46]They just won't understand
[01:13.04]
[02:07.57]As the slow pulse of sobbing
[02:10.51]Dries-from the sky
[02:12.03]My grief in red circles
[02:15.44]Surrounding an eye
[02:17.45]Grey child stands looking
[02:19.76]And passes on by.
[02:23.52]