Requiem: 820 Latham by The Executives Lyrics

When I came to you there in that cold
Telephone pole harbor of the night
And you came out to meet me
In that filmy thing and sat down on the porch swing

And I knew the moon would melt
Before I held you to my breast, like that again, yeah
Why could I not die then, warm
Behind the curtains of your hair

When we stopped the clock on that cold rock
Mixed our hot young blood with granite dust
And I raised my head to kiss the sweat
That hung like honey from your Goddess brow

And I knew the mountain side would be
Tеn million years of dust and rust
Before I took you up thеre again, yeah
Why could I not die then, warm
Behind the curtains of your hair
Instead I was found dead and well
Carrying on my life, with much gusto and death breath
Buried without casket and no one writes my epitaph
'Cause they heard that I'm still breathing and they think that means
I'm still alive
I'm still alive