I Let Her Do Some Of My

I Don't Know What Happens When People Die Can't Seem To Grasp It As Hard As I Try It's Like A Song I Can Hear Playing Right In My Ear That I Can't Sing I Can't Help Listening

In The End, They Traded Their Tired Wings For The Resignation That Living Brings. And Exchanged Love's Bright And Fragile Glow For The Glitter And The Rouge, And In The Moment They Were Swept Before The Deluge.

We May Lose And We May Win, But We Will Never Be Here Again.

It's Not Like I'm Looking To Describe Something That's Only True Of My Own Circumstances. It's Beyond. It's Way Inside, You Know. It's Reaching Inside To Something That You Have In Common With Many.

I Wrote The Song For A Dancer For A Friend Of Mine Who Died In A Fire. He Was In The Sauna In A House That Burned Down, So He Had No Idea Anything Was Going On. It Was Very Sad.