In Black

Silence, punctuated by distress

Here we stand, In Black now we are dressed

Sadness makes the words choke in your throat

Honour this life, eulogies we wrote



These legs, heavy, heartache for too long

Crack the spine, put bones where they belong

Sadness makes the words choke in your throat

Honour this life, eulogies we wrote



Sorrow is an empty road

Our legs grow weak and tired

We become one with the dirt

Or in the hands of the fire



Pale skin, turning, feelings are well gone

Emotions controlled you for so long

Death makes the black smoke rise in your throat

Goodbye to life, and to life alone



We walk among the ocean

And we dance here in the sea

We feel connections to where a presence still may be

We will now carry on a life for those who cannot see

They sleep among the dirt with

A thousand more lost souls

I will be there until the end, I'll never turn my back

I will be there when time has come

I will be dressed In Black



I will be dressed In Black



Sorrow is an empty road

Our legs grow weak and tired

We become one with the dirt

Or in the hands of the fire



We walk among the ocean

And we dance here in the sea

We feel connections to where a presence still may be

We will now carry on a life for those who cannot see

They sleep among the dirt with

A thousand more lost souls

I will be there until the end, I'll never turn my back

I will be there when time has come

I will be dressed In Black



I will be dressed In Black