Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tombs, artist -Date of issue: 21.10.2021
Song language: English
Tombs |
| The day I fell from grace |
| And words lose power evermore |
| «You once fancied this space» |
| I gesture to the floor |
| This is your home |
| Obliged to your seclusion |
| I pictured you in positions plenty |
| Mouth agape |
| In your greatest escape |
| And I was your perfect little metaphor |
| Somehow I’m sure |
| I’ll be buried here, in the written word before me |
| An author’s final story |
| This is your home |
| Where tombs house the dead alone |
| (Alone) |
| The hand that fails the wrist |
| Can’t let the body do its work |
| And should that hand become the fist |
| Fill it with a quill, it does the trick |
| That’s what you said to me |
| In our pasts tense |