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

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