Song for the Dead

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

A comma of silence relieves all the violence
You've dragged into bed with the sheets soaking red
It's a glimmer of light through a prism
That's calling a truce

With your beautiful hair, so displayed on the chair
And your head on the arm, and your legs in the air
And the words dancing out from your lips
Like a sad ballet

Now 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

You'll move like a tiger into the thicket
Claws in the dirt, you'll sing like a cricket
Long for the mystery, long for the system
Long for the guilty, long for the living

Move like tiger into the thicket
Claws in the dirt, you'll sing like a cricket
Song for the mystery, song for the system
Song for the guilty, song for the living
Song for the dead

Song for the dead
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