Back From the Grave

In a white room Where the grass root grow And the music was soot All the pleasure and pain washed away with the wind And babies are born And monsters are born Memories fade Like a thief in the night they try to put out the light When I look at the sky Well I wish I was gone Because mother you're gone and father you're gone Lover you're gone and other you're gone Mother, father, lover Hero, pleasure, other Mother, father, lover Hero, pleasure, other Mothers are born Fathers are born Lovers are born Others are born But the thief in the night They try to put out the light Memories fade And I wish I was gone Because mother you're gone and father you're gone Lover you're gone and other you're gone Mother you're gone and father you're gone Lover you're gone and other you're gone