Due to be dead,
I’m trekking through the dead.
Due to be wed,
but the land stays red.
I lost all my bones,
and I lost my way.
I lost my soul,
but my eyes remain.
I’m due to be dead,
I’m due to be wed.
In the land of the dead.
Do I really need to know,
when the sky falls?
Do I really need to see the shadows?
Can we just sit back and be close?
Well…
Lied in my grave,
I lied on my way to the grave.
I died today,
and I lost my way.
I lost my heart,
as I lost my way.
I paid the entry,
so I can remain.
Lied in the grave,
so my body stays.
Lied my way to the grave.
Do I really need to know,
when the sky falls?
Do I really need to see the shadows?
Can we just sit back and be close?
