Cemetary Stillness

The carnal caress of fading hands - fingers that are vanishing. Absorbed into the void - lingering for a second just to fade. A touch of the ghost - cold of sweetly well-known. A wish for things to pass - from this realm that we're suffering And the earth is left alone - to fend for a life of stillness. The cemetery stillness - Like gloomy lonely breeze. The cemetery stillness - As life runs away and the soul flies free. The cemetery stillness - Like gloomy lonely breeze. The cemetery stillness - As life runs away and the soul flies free. The concentrated past deeds - the salt and sweat of years, All set to be released - as the flesh slowly decays. A touch of the ghost - cold or sweetly well-known, A wish for things to pass - from this realm that we're suffering, And the earth is left alone - to fend for a life of stillness. The cemetery stillness - Like gloomy lonely breeze. The cemetery stillness - As life runs away and the soul flies free. The cemetery stillness - Like gloomy lonely breeze. The cemetery stillness - As life runs away and the soul flies free. The soul flies free - in a cemetery breeze, The soul flies free - in a cemetery breeze, The soul flies free - in a cemetery breeze, The soul flies free - in a cemetery breeze.