LYRIC

Light a candle for the dead, through the smoke they will speak
Feel the crooked hungry branches reaching over me

They give it and he'll take it away

The sky will fall all around your face
And the last breath you take is in space
As you drift on and on
Like we live drifting on and on in this space

Hearts the size of your fist
Beating on and on
Like We live beating on and on int his space

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