
Dear Bereaved
dear lovers
who were left in the lurch
dear prodigal daugthers
all marooned
all bereaved
wait for me
cause I'm remained
cause i am stained
as you can see
i don't waste my time
let the sound of the sea
carry me to the blind
pretend all doors being open
wind instruments are stroking
the surface of the concrete
romantic love is obsolete
it's a lovely place of silver and gold
endless delusion keeps you old
looking back there is no hold
young girls die before their fathers
young boys cry before their mothers
looking back there is no hold
hands off my children
they will learn how to fly
saw them falling for good
just a flicker in my eyes
now they're hiding in the woods
breathing the spell of silky heather
stumbling all the way home
try to sort their little feathers
it's a lovely place of silver and gold
endless delusion keeps you old
looking back there is no hold
young girls die before their fathers
young boys cry before their mothers
looking back there is no hold
looking back