Goodbye to the brightest sun
And bring some flowers down
A grave is foul and warm

To see the butcher's knife
Or to feel the hangman's rope
Our life has never been
More than a pale blue sin

Apathy that sits with me
On a couch that turns into
A coffin and a clue
Whose ash is in the tray?

That's to pay when the sun won't set
That's to say to that cute girl called death

Bring me the gutter down
I cannot feel the ground
The gutter's drawing near
There's no sunlight in here

What's to pay, when the sun won't set
What's to say to that cute girl called death

released on
Corroded Bone

running time
2:29

tags
sun, flowers, butcher