dogs

[Verse 1] The witness, visored gloom Curved like a dome, nothing to do I should’ve – I should’ve – In one of those closing moments, one-sided And all of your stones all stacked in a row Let’s go on for a while Alright, just not too far They keep me awake I know the day will be hard every day These stones, not yours I tell you no more With contempt and scorn Not yours, not yours April’s back in bloom Bloom, bloom, bloom [Verse 2] A grassy grave where I buried my dog Who still wanders in the fog of the frigid woods Searching strangers, sniffing hands in the twilight lands For my particular scent which he rеmembers, good I have a nеw dog now She treads with dainty paws over headstones, nineteenth century Forgotten professions, forgotten diseases With time, tragic deaths seem to lose their tragedy [Chorus] And the strain is Sisyphean The colours are April back in bloom Back in bloom And the strain is Sisyphean As it all becomes abstract An antique fable And the blossom is nearly cruel Nearly [Verse 3] Dull rain, it waters such pain now Just a player on a stage at the last act, in the last light Procession of shadows whom death had undone Yeah, death had undone Up, line them up, every coward for reassembly Every able-bodied husk for the war or the wall But always the gun Always the gun [Chorus] And the strain is Sisyphean So many of them perennially kicking scrap Picking bones, pushing stones And the strain is Sisyphean The colours are April back in bloom Back in