"Supine On The Covers" as written by and Andrew Morgan....
I walk behind the funeral home
Where the only footprints tread are mine own
Casting long shadows
Under all night neon lights
They grow and then they go

On untouched upon roads
And before crested abodes
Where it bodes so well that
My capacity for misery
Could in such beauty cease to be

As snow caps the branches
I know that my chances
This night are good
Anyone's chances are good
This night

We're gathered in taverns
As lit candles burn
They fight with delight
And though only wet snow is thrown
A less innocent plight is quite easily known

See he'd like to have her
Supine on the covers
Wintertime lovers

And as snow caps the branches
I know that his chances
This night are good
Anyone's chances are good
This night

So long may it last
Our Nietzschean bombast
As everything precious
Falls all around us
We shall remain
Remembering
This night was good
One night was good


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