Before - Richard Hawley

Here we are

Lent to the earth by the stars

But it won’t be me

That sets you free

No it won’t be me who closes the door on before

Before

Slivers of light hang in the dark

Loving hands place the flowers in the vase

But it won’t be me

That sets you free

No it won’t be me who closes the door on before

Before

But it won’t be me

That sets you free

No it won’t be me who closes the door on before

Before

Before

She said don’t look at the new moon through the glass

Our eyes on the future that will pass

But it won’t be me

That sets you free

No it won’t be me who closes the door on before

Before

Before

Before