Death ‘23

The smell of cedar
From packed suits and clothes
Our eyes water
Not from the musty smell to our nose

( pre chorus )
Eventually we are made to realize
( chorus )
Nights and days are one in the same
As the sun loses its lustre of the flame
The beige and gray sunrise
Yes even death will close our eyes

The warmth of a candle
The armbands and dresses of black
We are gathered
To find strength in embraces for words we lack

( pre chorus )
Eventually we are made to realize
( chorus )
Nights and days are one in the same
As the sun loses its lustre of the flame
The beige and gray sunrise
Yes even death will close our eyes