Текст: The Chariot. Goodnight My Lady, And A Forever Farewell.

This horseless carriage leads me home
My hands remain folded
My life remains a Sunday
Brick by brick I built this staircase
Brick by brick I walk on

Situated just below the ground and just above your head
Throw your roses, throw your tears down
If we don't meet
(Again)
This side of heaven, make sure you're right, stutter