Fallen brother. He's a fallen husband. He's about to be woken in his hospital bed. He doesn't want to rest. He just wants to run. And he's tired of being told that he's the lucky one.
I've tried to hold this back so long. And we're always such a good thing when it's gone. Would it be alright if we just left our hands tonight?. . Take me away from this old game.
Hush now baby don't you cry. Rest your wings my butterfly. Peace will come to you in time. And I will sing this lullaby. . No though I must leave, my child.
Latin:. Morti Irrequieti Somnum Reperirat,. Et Lux Memorandi Nostri Eum.. Porteat Ad Pacem Aeternam. . English:. . May the restless dead find sleep,. And may the light of our remembering..
Lately I've been the quiet one. Waiting, searching the lines of the songs you played for me. Sailing into the misty air. Fading, bound for I don't know where, when I'm there I'll see.
Over mountains and sky blue seas. On great circles will you watch for me. The sweetest feeling I've got inside. I just can't wait to get lost in your eyes.
Far across this red horizon. I am walking down the line. I am picking up the pieces. That this storm has left behind. . After all the clouds are fallen.
There's a pale winter moon in the sky coming through my window. And the park is laid out like a bed below. It's a cold, dark night and my heart melts like the snow.
Retournons avant la guerre, avant la fin. Avant le besoin de toutes ces prieres. Aucun mal, aucun bien, aucun mot croche. Ni mots malins que l'on dit quand on n'sait pas.