The Mourner's Bench - Death In June

Wrap your face in prayers

The ones you sent in dust

And, know they never reaching me You know they never reaching me Every blemish helps endear?

In this earthbound axis

Of stifling air

The stifling air

In this golden wedding of sorrow

In this golden wedding

Blind and bleeding

Or, merely spent?

We returned to the source

To wait on our dream

And a function disappears

And a reason disappears

And a meanig disappears

All memories scream

In this golden wedding of sorrow

In this golden wedding

Black tears caress male things

But my caresses only sour things

At the dawn of the dusk of hope

Remember me as pain

Remember me again and again

Wrap your face in prayers

The ones you never sent

And, know they never reaching me You know they never reaching me