[Verse 1]
Is there a sun there, in your hand?
A little light that battles with itself?
Is there a message in the sand
That tells me how to set the world aflame?

[Verse 2]
Do people cry or is it rain?
Do we care? Do we count the stains?
When will the sunrise stay a day?
Laugh and shine, or is it all the same?

[Chorus]
Psalms for the dead, songs for the living
And a wreath for absent friends
Psalms for the dead, songs for the living
And a wreath for absent friends

[Verse 3]
So tell me, fools and troubadours
Can a simple stream grow into a flood?
A beggar man become a president?
And a sip of wine be shared, and thick as blood?

Idols, gods, dictators, and divine
Is this the path where blind men lead the blind?
What is love, but only a dream
Those pains and pyres were meant to set us free
[Chorus]
Psalms for the dead, songs for the living
And a wreath for absent friends
Psalms for the dead, songs for the living
And a wreath for absent friends

[Outro]
When time is gone, the page is turned
The door is closed and all is done and said
The band has played, the spotlight's burned
All that's left are psalms for the dead