My lament rains black
On stones that hold your memory.
The new found agony,
I’m glad you’ll never suffer.
Buried an angel, in dirt unfit to know her.
Buried an angel, in dirt unfit to know her.
Of what was the reason?
I’ll never know the answer.
You left here in the dead of night.
Of what was the reason?
I’ll never know the answer.
I refuse to bide my time, trying to defy what is obvious.
It’s obvious: As time rolls around,
The cycle of life span, and took you forever.
I saw a burning moon over a lake in aid to what?
Here’s not here.
Here’s not here, and here never will be.
I refuse to bide my time, trying to defy what is obvious.
It’s obvious, It’s obvious,
It’s obvious.
I’m oblivious, I’m oblivious,
I’m oblivious.
It’s obvious that I’m oblivious.
Whilst alone in a crowd I see it: obvious.
On city streets, under a grey washed sky,
I ask myself why I am afraid to say
Goodbye…
…At least not like this.
It all comes back to this, a gunshot.
Buried an angel, in dirt unfit to know her.
Of what was the reason?
I’ll never know the answer.
You left here in the dead of the night.
Of what was the reason?
I’ll never know…
I saw a burning moon over a lake,
Can’t say goodbye like this,
At least not like this.
I ask for what it means, for what it means.