Cold Quiet Earth

Summer wedding I got a funerary verse And ill omens in a cloud of birds I've tried before to tell you But the words escape as whispers And no one listens Anyway Oh, the flowers that we laid On the grave That still remains Of our friendships missed opportunities We leapt over the hillside In the sleeping Summer shade I'm not sure If I'm asleep or awake And the last words I have Will they be heard Or left unremembered And the time will come To return the clay I've borrowed To the cold, quiet earth I'll return the clay I've borrowed To the cold, quiet earth Cold, quiet earth Cold, quiet earth