Epitaph – C-tec – letras

The first time I died, I walked my ways..I followed the file of limping daze..I held me tall with my head flung upBut I dared not look on the new moon’s cupI dared not look on the sweet young rainAnd between my ribs was a gleaming painI dared not look on the sweet young rainAnd between my ribs was a gleaming painThe next time I died, they laid me deepThey spoke worn words to hallow my sleepThey tossed me petals, they wreathed me fernThey weighted me down with a marble urnAnd I lie here warm, I lie here dryAnd watch the worms slip by, slip byI lie here warm, I lie here dryAnd watch the worms slip by, slip byLie warm, lie dryLie warm, lie dryDry, dry