LYRIC
My simple mysteries unfurled
When I have the privilege to be
Gathering swans for the new world [Pre-Chorus] Like angels we’ll fly
Gliding on
And trumpets will sigh
Solemn as the ashes rise [Chorus] Burn down the gallery
God’s greatest gag of suffering
Could there be happiness at least?
Or could murder be mercy? [Verse 2] Now I hear the children laughing
Amidst the feathers they will twirl
Snowy white in the springtime
Gathering swans for the new world [Pre-Chorus] The years will fly by
Diving on
And mothers will cry
Solemn as the ashes rise [Chorus] Burn down the gallery
God’s greatest gag of suffering
Could there be happiness at least?
Or could murder be mercy?
In fifty years we’ll see
Maybe we’ll have a family
Our children will dance and laugh and sing
Baby, happy anniversary
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