Gather beneath
Old fallen trees
Bits of leaves
And if only we'd know
may see that tomorrow
Oh, carry me
Four hands, eight feet
Through crowded streets
Ticker tape on me
And if only I'd know
may see that tomorrow
Burn my remains
My stuff, the same
Bury my name
It's yours now anyway
And if only I'd know
May see that tomorrow
And if only I'd know
May see that tomorrow
And if only I'd know
May see that tomorrow
Those dying breeds Gather beneath Old fallen trees Bits of leaves And if only we'd know may see that tomorrow Oh, carry me Four hands, eight feet Through crowded streets Ticker tape on me And if only I'd know may see that tomorrow Burn my remains My stuff, the same Bury my name It's yours now anyway And if only I'd know May see that tomorrow And if only I'd know May see that tomorrow And if only I'd know May see that tomorrow Explain Request ×
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