Lacrimosa Lyrics - Songs - Regina Spektor

We keep on burying our dead 

We keep on planting their bones in the ground 

But they won't grow 

The sun doesn't help 

The rain doesn't help 

Aah. 

If my garden would have a fence 

Then the rabbits couldn't just come in 

And sit on the grass 

And eat all the flowers 

And shit 

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Hi, I'm Icarus 

I'm falling 

Down 

Man for judgement must prepare me 

Spare, oh God, in mercy 

Spare me 

Man, I have a terrible fee-ee-ling 

That something's gone awful very wrong with the world 

Is it something we made? 

Is it something we ate? 

Is it something 

We drank? 

Hi, I'm Icarus 

I'm falling 

From the dust of Earth returning 

Man for judgement must prepare me 

Spare, oh God, in mercy 

Spare me 

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Lacrimosa 

Lacrimosa 

We keep on burying our dead 

We keep on planting their bones in the ground 

But they won't grow 

The sun doesn't help 

And all we've got 

Is a giant crop 

Of names 

And dates 

Hi, I'm Icarus 

I'm falling 

Down 

On this day of tears and mourning 

From the dust of Earth returning 

Man for judgement must prepare me 

Spare, oh God, in mercy 

Spare me 

Lacrimosa 

Lacrimosa 

Lacrimosa dies illa 

Qua resurget ex favilla 

Judicandus homo reus 

Huic ergo parce, Deus