Soft Coda

Looking to the glide of your hands / With their history quenched No explainable source / For the depths to cite Floating on the peaks of your wake / That the ocean took back Greedy for a theme / And your kindness aswell No forcefield acts on bones inside / You said in a soft coda, I'm not yet done Everytime your legacy chimes / It's a jubilee And a funeral march / And the question why This would be the day that you came / To our revelling town To ignite our minds / There would be different tears No forcefield acts on bones inside / You said in a soft coda, We almost won.