[Verse 1] Who am I to be mourning
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