And We Saw His Needs Through the Casket
Three years to the day
We let you send this nomad to a bloodied grave
You are a face in the scene
A part in the clock, dishevelled and hopeless
Brother, the sand slips away on you
Son, this in the cold hand of the law
The crowd maintains you
A veil in the light
And we saw his needs through the casket
Yet love has not forgotten you
We let you send this nomad to a bloodied grave
You are a face in the scene
A part in the clock, dishevelled and hopeless
Brother, the sand slips away on you
Son, this in the cold hand of the law
The crowd maintains you
A veil in the light
And we saw his needs through the casket
Yet love has not forgotten you
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