The Silent Day

It's a silent day
damp and catching cold
old as those hands
that no longer crease your face
What a throng there is
all with faces drawn
tighter than drums
that no longer beat a sound
I remember you
Wish I could cry but nothing comes
Through the mourning flowers
November held in stone
cold as those hands
that no longer crease your face
What a day it is
we keep breathing in
swallow our tongues
and wait while they bury you
Wish I could cry but nothing comes
Life is still breathing in me
but you're not there
You don't need your body now
As death is lighter than life
but you're not there
Don't they say that time heals?
It's a silent day
damp and catching cold
old as those hands
that no longer crease your face
What a throng there is
all with faces drawn
tighter than drums
that no longer beat a sound
I remember you
Wish I could cry but nothing comes
Life is still breathing in me
but you're not there
You don't need your body now
As death is lighter than life
but you're not there
Don't they say that time heals?
Life is still breathing in me
but you're not there
You don't need your body now
As death is lighter than life
but you're not there
Don't they say that time heals?