It's a triptych golden image I can't begin to explain It's a sign post and a signal And I saw it three ways
And the three lives Lived before us Each one with name under heartache all the limbs break now I see it three ways
He was there for the funeral In the days when I didn't know you Howling up to the comatome Called the dogs but they're already home
It's a triptych golden image Three faces in frames
And the love that came before us walks us to the flame
He was there for the funeral In the days when I didn't know you Howling up to the comatome Called the dogs but they're already home
When the lines are drawn they walk us all alone And the faces of our love have nowhere to go From the garden I still swear I saw a rose So I turn around and face it all at once
He was there for the funeral In the days when I didn't know you Howling up to the comatome Called the dogs but they're already home They're already home They're already home They're already homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
