Album: Ephemera (2016)

The Garden Of Death

I was born on April 15th
Into the arms of my family
But now that I'm gone at 21
Into the arms of everyone

The world is a web
And it's caught you and me
And giving up
Feels like getting free

The garden of death is a beautiful place
The moon's always full with her marble face
Yeah the wind, it's warm and the grass is soft
And the bird in the tree sings your favourite song

We could be gone
Any day now
Don't know why
And you don't care how

But that's life trick
Yeah she takes what she gives
Let's hope death does the opposite

Well I'm sitting at the table
But the food's all gone
So I'm drinking to tomorrow
In the setting sun