Song Length |
5:23 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi, Electronic - General |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Heartbreaking, Peaceful |
Subject |
Sister, Existence |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Every family needs a tragedy
And ours was dressed in white
We took her hand for one last time
And kissed her head goodnight
We followed her through rooms and rooms
And finally found her at the end
She breathed her last one summer past
Her soul, Dear Lord, do tend
When crowded streets become a home
We try hard to deny
What once was given freely, sweetly
Is now in short supply
We followed her through many lights
But never did begin
And now the love, so plentiful
Abruptly becomes the end