on my burial shroud
i know it well
'cause i made it myself
i'm drowning in sunlight
burnt by these shadows
this green grass will be my end
and as the spring fades to summer
my mind is in december
and may came much too soon
the concrete is warm
on my burial shroud
i know it well
'cause i felt it myself
i'm drowning in sunlight
burnt by these shadows
this green grass will be my end
and as the spring fades to summer
my mind is in december
and may came much too soon