Fresh cut grass , the smeel is cast that hidden stone is clear and white atlast
It's grain is smooth from rain and soot Live again you ancient bed of that passed river which was ounce said to hold the earth to balance
Uncountable names stories forever muffled to die in vain A people so wide, the crowd so many someone like you probably lies here too.
Layers of Time that all mix up to a bundle of nothing A piece of cloth, a needle and a bone inbetween messengers from dead things to home
They went down the ground like worms, mice and burnt wood Yet the grass dosen't carry their burden for it's there you went and stood upon their past Not even sheding a tear not even trying to hear
And some still hope life never ends that you never go to sleep Salvation the ultimate cup of coffee fresh enough to grind your way through eternity buying you a good class ticket to the Postcard Scenery of Lambs and Serenity
Fresh cut grass , the smeel is cast that hidden stone is clear and white atlast Clouds approach: I must resort Farewell you lands of Tears and Hope