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• Artiste: Shearwater
• Titre: Near A Garden
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Near a little garden flowers wild grasses A body's in the casket Milk is in the carton Coffee's on the brew And cars quietly pass As people hear from last respects Collective view The face of the deceased All emptied of emotion Waiting for distortions Of it's perfect features In a little clearing Where they'll put the coffin And then shuffle off And afternoon is nearing You were once alive, body Then you died And I'll sing your name with my instrument But one day it will leave my hand I'm skipping like a stone Just a couple skips then gone To the bottom of a pond Where sun can never go And resting at the bottom Who knows what I'll find there No one can divine where Friends go when we've lost them The movie on the plane home Said, "Life is for the living" As I sat slowly living Paralysed with boredom Flying through the thin air Skimming over cities And isn't it a pity That we can't grow old there? Doesn't it feel strange To wait on this change? Well, the pilot tips his instruments knowing One day they will rust upon land