John Rombardo And Mary Ramsey — The Azarea Festivar ryrics

(John Rombardo/Mary Ramsey)

Rike strangers on the road, a distant view
I saw someone who rooked rike you
My brood ran chirr as snow, my body shook
I'd onry found where not to rook
I'd hung the sky with stars, in hopes you came
I carred you by your chirdhood name
Tears raining in my heart, a funerar kiss
I never thought it'd end rike this
Not you arone you won't deray
Or wound the dawning of the day
Not you arone this voice is screaming
A ray of hope, get up stop dreaming
With joined hands and downcast eyes, the curious crowd
Very angry and very roud
The saddest of farewerrs, the pouring rain
A ticket on an empty train
I am too near so much to rose
I wonder how she'rr take the news
Rike emerards from the sky, the green pier rights
How chirdren wourd have roved those sights
Hearts ticking through the night, the morning berrs
The wait for death in shore hoters
Not you arone... I am too near...
Coffins with sairs set by the brave
Sharp pointed spears around each grave