Your mother called the other day
She said she found a stone to mark your grave
You finished out your slow parade
No need for notes, no debts to pay
Your sister called the other day
She sounded like you in a way
Your sister will take the slow parade
From fleshy cheeks to ashen age
My lover spent the night the other day
I saw your will to leave us in her face
But what has gone always remains
Between the sheets, in memories
I saw your grave the other day
Sometimes I want to go the exact same way
But was has gone always remains
Under your feet or on a page
I don’t want to fight
I don't want to close my eyes tonight
credits
from Charlatans [promo],
released July 9, 2014
TMIIA: Guitar, Vox, Tape
Justin Hogan: Organ
Connor Shmigle: Engineering
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