There's gonna be roses
And your picture in a frame
The women will be cryin' and the men, they will whisper your name
Umbrellas will be open
On a hillside of graves
The children will be dressed up and chase each other in the rain
And there's gonna be a darkness
It may be colder than you guessed
There may not be music, there may not be stairs
There may not be angels fillin' the air
Your mother may be there
Your father may be there
There may not be voices sent from a throne
To carry you home
(Ooh)
Now Heaven may not get you
The Devil may see you first
He's hittin' himself in both
The beast and the birth
A stranger may have found you
Where the angels have lulled you to sleep
They swallow you whole
Like a whale from your head to your feet
And there's gonna be a darkness
It may be colder than you guessed
There may not be music, there may not be stairs
There may not be angels fillin' the air
Your mother may be there
Your father may be there
There may not be voices sent from a throne
To carry you home
(Ooh)
Where you think there's a place
Wide open and white
Where you think you'll be safe
Where you think there's a light
And there's gonna be a darkness
It may be colder than you guessed
There may not be music, there may not be stairs
There may not be angels fillin' the air
Your mother may be there
Your father may be there
There may not be voices sent from a throne
To carry you home
There may not be music, there may not be stairs
There may not be angels fillin' the air
Your mother may be there
Your father may be there
There may not be voices sent from a throne
To carry you home
There's gonna be roses
And your picture in a frame
The women will be cryin' and the men, they will whisper your name