To Dance Among the Marigolds

Sun I hope you tell me how you feel when you're dead and gone In form of whispers upon the wind And the smell at dawn Spending the bulk of my sunny days Wary of clouds (yeah, ah) It's no wonder how cemeteries Can be so loud Oh, yeah so far, I'm feeling the darkness pull As I recollect upon the cold sweats From seeing the enemies back at school I shake my head in waking hours Thinking of the terror in past Ever seen a sempster look at fabric Thinking tear will last I lost My father a couple years back But even then I knew futility Of mourning Reaper's beck So I do keep a four five Warm between my two thighs So I can shoot the Grim Reaper Right between his two eyes Peering deep into fog, I'm pondering theme of the haze Know a lot of people happy wandering around in a daze Living on planet of minerals, but the question's still posed What diamond can the blind man appraise And no, I'm not okay Even if I smile in revelry And I pray that storm will drown the day So that sullen sky will cry for me Do you know where the pain goes If you have no tears to cry In the depths of all your thro-o-o-oes I've never been that lachrymose So I weep in the words I chose What a weary set of fleshly clo-o-othes Mmm, mmm-mm Ah, yeah, alright, lets go Fell from heaven 'cause a brother was selected (oh) Broke a couple bones but I suppose that is expected (crack) Piper told me that I'd need to hurt upon this stage (ah) So I bled upon the page so all my runes could be perfected I once saw a filth fly suffocate in feces And right then, I knew what honey bee taught Kazantzakis I feel like a parched man that's searching for oases To quench my thirst You're gonna need a little more than Nikes (yeah, ah, yeah) I've been a-searching for the treasure I Don't think Your kind of pleasure measures Try Guessing the kind of wine I'm drinking It doesn't have an origin in any place you're thinking I lie awake to ponder all the sickness that's befallen me But retrospection doesn't keep the present self from sinking Amazing how so quickly supple skin can fade And the ease with which the pieces on the board are played Sun I hope you tell me how you feel when you're dead and gone In form of whispers upon the wind And the smell at dawn Spending the bulk of my sunny days Wary of clouds (yeah, ah) It's no wonder how cemeteries Can be so loud (listen closely) I recall the last I spoke With the ones the Reaper chose Smiles and laughs and last phone calls All before they greeted palls (ah, yeah, listen listen) I hope you tell me how you feel when you're dead and go-o-one I'll listen to the whispers every dawn