Memorial's Grey

Is it any wonder how, we fade, alone, in the dark?
I walked the chapel’s path, mournful, with a broken heart
Is it any wonder how we break so far from where we start?
And the silence in the chapel echoes every broken part

Is it any wonder how we fade like stars before the dawn?
Is it any wonder we collapse, lost in endless thorns?
In a corner of this chapel, your smile’s shadow echoes low
The stained glass bleeds in colors, and only sorrow knows

How I feel, in this coldness of absence

A bullet in my head will bleed
Oh, bury me beneath your feet
A thousand voices echo low
All their whispers: You're alone

Is it any wonder how the clocks all stopped that day?
Without a thunder, the church bells toll in ghostly grey
I have to wander now, even death bowed low its head
It’s time to wander now, out of this memorial’s grey

A bullet in my head will bleed
Oh, bury me beneath your feet
A thousand voices echo low
But none of them are yours, I know

Take my hand and pull the trigger
Lead me out of this forever

A bullet in my head will bleed
Oh, bury me beneath your feet
A thousand voices echo low
All their whispers

You're alone