Žodžiai dainai: The Study Band. Prologue.

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Women wearing dresses in the rain
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