Song For The Dead Lyrics

Awake without warning The black of the morning
All shimmery jewels From the voice of a fool
Echoes through the halls Of the building He built in her
place
He'll shake through the winter And dream of her mister
The picture he drew her Resembled her sister
Oh how the wind Can pull you in or
Push you away
You'll move like a tiger
Into the thicket
Claws in the dirt
You'll sing like a cricket
Song of the mystery
Song of the system
Song for the guilty
Song for the living
Song for the
dead