Testo di Psalms For The Dead

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 in flames? 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? Psalms for the dead Song for the living And a wreath for absent friends So tell me... Fools and trubadours 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! 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