Memories wash over me
Like the salty waves
We were born on the ground
So the sea will not take us down
In its watery embrace
Grass will grow in the sockets of our eyes
And worms will live in our chests
There's no Heaven or Hell for the likes of us
Not even the fields of Fiddler's Green
Last farewells denied
I'm mythologizing your death
There were you, swollen fingers
And the hope for the things to come
On that hospital bed
Remember, we lay on the hill
Or can you remember at all
The moment had stopped when our lips almost met
And then it just passed away
Grass will grow in the sockets of our eyes
And worms will live in our chests
There's no Heaven or Hell for the likes of us
Not even the fields of Fiddler's Green
credits
released April 7, 2015
Written and performed by Bayandur Pogosyan
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