This hearse kinda hurts
I fell asleep in the dirt
And you haven’t shed a tear since you’ve been here
The grave stone and the roses
Thinking bout breaking into heaven
And 1987
The best year of my life
I remember I danced
With that one girl in France
I was there for the summer
Pop parties in Paris
We don’t know where our parents are
But I didn’t ask
And she didn’t ask
And you’ll move out to the Gulf Stream
You’ll all write songs again one day
We wash away in a sea of roses
We do what we can
To get through the night
Meshes of the early morning: the room key and the bathroom door
Now you’re turning off the shower
And reaching for the flower on the floor
It gets better, angel
The streets of Oxford
Sunlight crashing through the requiem
You stand together
Silhouetted back in Bethlehem
I’m still thinking bout the best year of my life
I remember I danced
With that one girl in France
I was there for the summer
Pop parties in Paris
We don’t know where our parents are
But I didn’t ask
And she didn’t ask
And you’ll move out to the Gulf Stream
You’ll all write songs again one day
We wash away in a sea of roses
Welcome to Asphodel
Welcome home
Casting shadows, we spin
Through the meadows; we die
Flowers and ashes and a stillness in life
Find freedom in your teardrops
Replace my face with a mirror
Then hold me tender and
I’ll let you look into my eyes
You’re still alive
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