In a graveyard once, something beautiful...
It's just me.
like an experimental television commercial for the darker side of whimsy.
Story behind the song
It was in my head for a long time. I don't remember where or when it happened. I just thought, "I don't want to be the only one to hear this."
Lyrics
I found myself on an empty field
Overlooking a fertile field of unborn graves
And a hundred thousand tombstones
With their backs to the sun
Making shadows
Angels
Flutter by
Butterfly
Shadows
In the graveyard
Angels
Made of stone
Angels
Over me
Memory
Tells me
From the twightlite
I’m
All alone
Angels
In the nite
Rae of lite
Reflecting
Through the graveyard
Names are
On the stones
Angel lady, angel flower
Angel waits an angel hour
Angel father, angel sage
Angel counts an angel age
Angel child, angel rhyme
Angel keeping angel time
All at once, or not at all
The angel waits
Angels
Having fun
Everyone
Sees them
In the graveyard
Names are
On the stones
Graveyard
Angels
Made of stone
I met a mysterious old friend smoking in the square
And asked if he knew where the cemetery was
He said he didn’t, but he was glad I had asked
And maybe he would try to find it as well
“Great,” I said. “Maybe I’ll see you there.”
“Oh, I’m sure of it,” said he. “We’ll all meet in the graveyard.”
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