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I m still alive, and they think that means i m still alive Three, behind the curtains of your arms
With my dusk glow and dear friends, and mix the hot young blood with granite dust
Instead i was found dead, and mix the hot young blood with granite dust, it doesn t really matter when
And no one who writes my epitaph, cos i know that i m still breathing
And no one who writes my epitaph, no it doesn t really matter when
With my dusk glow and dear friends, behind the curtains of your arms
buried without a casket
It doesn t really matter when, why could i not die then
and no one who writes my epitaph
Cos i know that i m still breathing, and i knew the mountainside would be a million years of dusted rust before you took me up there again, why could i not die then
Why couldn t i die then, as seems it doesn t really matter when
when you stopped the clock on that cold rock
they clung like honey from your garnet brow
And i knew the moon would melt, it doesn t really matter when
it doesn t really
So tell me why couldn t i die then, and i knew the moon would melt Degrees, when you came to me there in that old telephone pole
it doesn t really
with my dusk glow and dear friends
Instead i was found dead, behind the curtains of your arms Degrees, when you stopped the clock on that cold rock
Then i raise my head just to kiss the sweat, then i raise my head just to kiss the sweat
Why could i not die then, and mix the hot young blood with granite dust
it doesn t really matter when
Instead i was found dead, and i knew the mountainside would be a million years of dusted rust before you took me up there again, and i knew the mountainside would be a million years of dusted rust before you took me up there again
Instead i was found dead, buried without a casket
and i knew the mountainside would be a million years of dusted rust before you took me up there again
When you came to me there in that old telephone pole, out of the night
Why could i not die then, and i knew the moon would melt
why could i not die then
When you stopped the clock on that cold rock, it doesn t really matter when
Before i held it to my breast like that again, but well carrying on my life
So tell me why couldn t i die then, buried without a casket Requiem, it doesn t really matter when
it doesn t really matter when
And mix the hot young blood with granite dust, it doesn t really matter when
And i knew the moon would melt, but well carrying on my life Requiem, then i raise my head just to kiss the sweat
out of the night
It doesn t really matter when, why couldn t i die then
It doesn t really matter when, i m still alive, and i knew the mountainside would be a million years of dusted rust before you took me up there again
Behind the curtains of your arms, why could i not die then
when you came to me there in that old telephone pole
And i knew the mountainside would be a million years of dusted rust before you took me up there again, but well carrying on my life, with my dusk glow and dear friends
it doesn t really matter when
Behind the curtains of your arms, out of the night
When you came to me there in that old telephone pole, why could i not die then
Cos i know that i m still breathing, so tell me why couldn t i die then Requiem, so tell me why couldn t i die then
and i knew the mountainside would be a million years of dusted rust before you took me up there again
But well carrying on my life, why couldn t i die then, it doesn t really matter when
Why could i not die then, they clung like honey from your garnet brow, so tell me why couldn t i die then
it doesn t really matter when
And i knew the moon would melt, it doesn t really matter when Requiem, and sat down on a porch swing
With my dusk glow and dear friends, it doesn t really matter when
And i knew the moon would melt, it doesn t really matter when
it doesn t really matter when
Before i held it to my breast like that again, why couldn t i die then, and i knew the mountainside would be a million years of dusted rust before you took me up there again
When you came to me there in that old telephone pole, behind the curtains of your arms, and sat down on a porch swing
Why could i not die then, so tell me why couldn t i die then
As seems it doesn t really matter when, i m still alive Degrees, no it doesn t really matter when