Trick Of The Light Lyrics - Singles - A Punch Of Pacifist

A Sunday proposal you got on one knee 

down on Old Harold's farm, picnic under a tree 

do you remember how a trick of the light turned the sky green? 

scraped up enough, barely enough to get by 

and we bought that land when Old Harold retired 

you wore those brown military shoes 

married in fifty-two 

you built this house with those slender strong hands 

and a family was raised, grandchildren were planned 

a spot of dirt but Heaven all our own 

now I salt this earth 

mortality binds, no one is truly free 

sometimes tricks of light are all we see 

hair cropped short, you never lost that style 

even with the long hair we wore 

nineteen-seventy-four 

when we lost our first child to war 

your strength kept me strong then 

a massacre of fine mind brought down too fast 

like paint peeling off a barn 

life fades, it dont last 

Ive never seen you look so confused, and Im asking God what to do 

Is the Good Book being untrue? 

That bad things cant happen to good people like you? 

Seems like dust swept under the rug 

Time slips by, its never enough 

Now as you lay 

As I watch you fade 

With eyes that stare, lost and away 

Tell me what do you see? Skies of green? 

Points of will shine like star 

No matter how lost I know who you are 

A miracle of clarity came so few and far between 

As I see in your eyes who you used to be 

Your rough voice begins to rasp, begging, 

set me free 

please help me dear, before I lose my head 

I cant take another day of lying here in bed 

Seeing ghosts from afar, my life hijacked like a car 

And the worst is being condemned to live not remembering who you are. 

the pain is so great, cant help but lie awake 

And the shadows on the wall, echo past mistakes 

As demons tear my life away, while everyone else stays the same. 

At times I cant remember your name 

I cant do it myself would you please remove these chains? 

My own life cried out, brought the walls crashing down 

I will partake of your strength 

Kitchen knife on the shelf 

Dont judge me tell me what youd do 

If your own loved one begged the same of you? 

A Sunday requiem, if you ever happen to see 

2 bodies buried, headstone under a tree 

Look for a trick of the light turning the sky green