Home For Grave Pt. ll - The Devil Wears Prada

By the time she heard the news

The funeral had taken place

But still the sadness transcended

Across a dozen states

She wished the trees weren’t so still

«Oh Anna, my dear!»

She could nearly hear him

His words, sincere

The last time they’d spoken

Those moments in Indiana

Felt like yesterday

And that crash in Atlanta

Would always resonate

She wished the trees weren’t so still

As if the pines could weep with her

She wished the trees weren’t so still

As if the pines could weep

«Oh Anna, my dear!»

She could nearly hear him

His words, sincere

The last time they’d spoken

In the forests of Oregon

Her breath grew shallow

The air was fractured in the morning storm

And Anna’s world felt hollow

She wished the trees weren’t so still

As if the pines could weep with her

She wished the trees weren’t so still

As if the pines could weep

Move along now, you’re next

This line won’t wait for us

Like Ian, soon Anna

We will all fail the test

Move along now, you’re next

Move along now, you’re next

This line won’t wait for us

This line won’t wait for us

«Oh Anna, my dear!»

She could nearly hear him

His words, sincere

Keep us all heartbroken