marillion
a few words for the dead
Can you make it your own Can you take it by the throat Make your own luck, learn the skills Get in early for the kill It carries on Pick up the weapon Marry it, give it your name Define yourself by it Take it down 'the disco Trigger happy, pulling power Lady killer, take 'em out See the weirdos on the hill Come to get you if you stand still It carries on Somewhere in history you were wronged Teach your children to bang the drum Tell all your family, tell all your friends Teach your brothers to avenge It carries on Or you could love You could love Lie down in the flowers In the blue of the air Open your eyes Why use up your life for anything else? No need to fight for what everyone has What do you need? It's already there It's already there You could love So he carried the stars in his pocket Drank the sunrise till he was drunk He embraced the angels They swam like little minnows in his blood Ghosts in his eyes Out walking beside him Laughing like children in his mind They chanted his mantra together You could love They were happy.