كلمات Deadline

"Dead breeze from that day When the fraud made us brave No soleace today. Decisions made When it rains into an empty grave..." We'll see it tomorrow We'll see how the night bends The morning light Built in pieces of future vision And how dim is the light In the future's decision The funeral tomorrow The sunday drawing near Came a streak of light Brought a flicker of hope And then disappeared Trespassers here tomorrow Left something open In the morning light No greeting strangers No saying hello If something could make them Seem like fellow But maybe they'll find it nowhere It's buried in the woods Drowned by the rivers And waves Scattered where The wind blows fast Well, see you tomorrow See you when all is at the end Remember me without sorrow The mourners have it considered With each tear swallowed When trespassing here is allowed