Death Lyrics by Pretty Things
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As your loved ones they place
Heavy stones on your face
Your sonnets of life
They are filling the case
High windows inside me
Look down on your face

Changing white fingers
For men in the sand
Burning bright spears
That you hold in your hand
Grey children you've spawned
They just won't understand

As the slow pulse of sobbing
Dries from the sky
My grief in red circles
Surrounding an eye
Grey child stands looking
And passes on by
As your loved ones they place   Heavy stones on your face   Your sonnets of life   They are filling the case   High windows inside me   Look down on your face      Changing white fingers   For men in the sand   Burning bright spears   That you hold in your hand   Grey children you've spawned   They just won't understand      As the slow pulse of sobbing   Dries from the sky   My grief in red circles   Surrounding an eye   Grey child stands looking   And passes on by