The Dead - Nakhane, Ben Christophers

Well there’s one

They are gray-eyed I’m sure

They open and close doors

Then feed me in the evening

When I’m breaking my fast

I’m walking on the balls of my feet

In the cold to meet you

I wish I had shoes on

Well this time

I’m gonna love them unceasingly

Sing hallelujah sort of willingly

And dance in front of god like David did

I’m walking on the balls of my feet

In the cold to meet you

I wish I had shoes on