She's a good, honest woman
Full of class and decencyit covers everything she does.
He's a passionate man
With an artistic hand,
He got sick,
Left her a widow with no one to love.
O to breathe, to breathe
In the brevity of things,
The finality of peaceful sleep.
O to believe, to believe,
This can all be cured with time
But you swear there's something
There to reconcile.
Good God!
If we're not
Alive then you're all we've got!
We forgot
The rain-clouds took from the sea to make their drops.
Dear God!
If we're not
Dead then you're all we've got!
But my God,
We've not the eyes to see or the feet to wash.
He was the lens I saw everything through.
I looked upon her
A wreck and a mother of two.
And I am a bastard, I am a bastard with an awful tongue.
But I was that way long before I was fatherless son.
O to breathe, to breathe
In the finality of things,
O the brevity of peaceful sleep.
O to believe, to believe
This can all be cured with time.
And you swear, you swear
There's something there to reconcile
But I don't see it
You said death
Is a broken seed
And it gives birth to a living tree
Your banner over her, Over me,
Is love
If he transcends all the above
When do You restore us?
Good God
If we're not
Alive then you're all we've got
We forgot
The rainclouds took from the sea to make their drops
O God if we're not
If we aren't dead then you're all we've got
O God we don't have eyes to see
Or any feet to wash