Back From The Grave - Chromatics

In a white room

Where the grass root grow

And the music was soot

All the pleasure and pain washed away with the wind

And babies are born

And monsters are born

Memories fade

Like a thief in the night they try to put out the light

When I look at the sky

Well I wish I was gone

Because mother you’re gone and father you’re gone

Lover you’re gone and other you’re gone

Mother, father, lover

Hero, pleasure, other

Mother, father, lover

Hero, pleasure, other

Mothers are born

Fathers are born

Lovers are born

Others are born

But the thief in the night

They try to put out the light

Memories fade

And I wish I was gone

Because mother you’re gone and father you’re gone

Lover you’re gone and other you’re gone

Mother you’re gone and father you’re gone

Lover you’re gone and other you’re gone