Requiem

"Write us a song," they said "Tell us your truth you've got nothing to hide" Well, tell them the truth I did And exposed what I had locked inside I laid it out across the floor and cried And so it went down like the poet described And they reached for their children and covered their eyes This was not a song for angry men What I wrote for them (what I wrote for them) Was a requiem Eeh, ohh "Go on and run", she sighed ("Go on and run", she sighеd) I wish you could see all the things I have seen Well, hеre on the other side It feels the same as when I was 19 I should have read up on my Augustine I ran for the corner the poet described And I stood in the sun and I saw myself die I was so afraid of angry men What I wrote for them (what I wrote for them) Was a requiem Hmm, hmm, ohh... This is something to remember me by (this is something to remember me by) This is something to remember me by (this is something to remember me by) This is something to remember me by (this is something to remember me by) This is something to remember me by Remember me, remember me