Songtext von The Wake

Stained glass, cross and wine (just) aren't enough to comfort or justify an accident or crime no lawsuit will make it right or buy some more time (Can you) justify the claim? If this is just someone else why doesn't it feel the same? Don't ask me to count blessings! The so called better place gets pushed away from here when arbitrary fate summons someone dear with no warning sign Homage, tears, goodbye we're all gathered here to testify we live and we must die before there's time to reason and question why (Can you) justify the claim? If this is just someone else why doesn't it feel the same? I'm counting blessings which aren't adding up