To Dance Among the Marigolds

Sun

I hope you tell me how you feel when you're dead and gone

In form of whispers upon the wind

And the smell at dawn

Spending the bulk of my sunny days

Wary of clouds (yeah, ah)

It's no wonder how cemeteries

Can be so loud

Oh, yeah so far, I'm feeling the darkness pull

As I recollect upon the cold sweats

From seeing the enemies back at school

I shake my head in waking hours

I was thinking of the terror in past

Ever seen a sempster look at fabric

Thinking tear will last

I lost

My father a couple years back

But even then I knew futility

Of mourning Reaper's beck

So I do keep a 4 5

Warm between my two thighs

So I can shoot the Grim Reaper

Right between his two eyes

Peering deep into fog, I'm pondering theme of the haze

Know a lot of people happy wandering around in a daze

Living on planet of minerals, but the question's still posed

What diamond can the blind man appraise

And no, I'm not okay

Even if I smile in revelry

And I pray that storm will drown the day

So that sullen sky will cry for me

Do you know where the pain goes

If you have no tears to cry

In the depths of all your thro-o-o-oes

I've never been that lachrymose

So I weep in the words I chose

What a weary set of fleshly clo-o-othes

Mmm, mmm-mm

Ah, yeah, alright, lets go

Fell from heaven 'cause a brother was selected (oh)

Broke a couple bones but I suppose that is expected (crap)

Piper told me that I'd need to hurt upon this stage (ah)

So I bled upon the page so all my runes could be perfected

I once saw a filth fly suffocate in feces

And right then, I knew what honey bee taught Kazantzakis

I feel like a parched man that's searching for oases

To quench my thirst you're gonna need a little more than Nikes (yeah, ah, yeah)

I've been a-searching for the treasure

I

Don't think

Your kind of pleasure measures

Try

Guessing the kind of wine I'm drinking

It doesn't have an origin in any place you're thinking

I lie awake to ponder all the sickness that's befallen me

But retrospection doesn't keep the present self from sinking

Amazing how so quickly supple skin can fade

And the ease with which the pieces on the board are played (yeah I wanna play)

Sun

I hope you tell me how you feel when you're dead and gone

In form of whispers upon the wind

And the smell at dawn

Spending the bulk of my sunny days

Wary of clouds (yeah, ah)

It's no wonder how cemeteries

Can be so loud (listen closely)

I recall the last I spoke

With the ones the Reaper chose

Smiles and laughs and last phone calls

All before they greeted palls (ah, yeah, listen listen)

I hope you tell me how you feel when you're dead and go-o-one

I'll listen to the whispers every dawn