Paroles de San Francisco Courthouse Steps
I slept in a memory of pridefor a friend sleeping stronger than me
in a dream of a home where he slept next to lovers in peace
And I slept in a memory of guilt
for the worries that keep me awake
in a fragment of earth that I spent twenty years trying to shake
Out west there's a stone and a flower
in memory of things turned to dust
a song sung to wolves while they fed on a book full of rust
In time we'll be written in history
Oh, how we love what we know
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