A long time ago, could breathe in the frosted air
A long time ago, could lose your head upon this field,
Lose your faith in how it feels
When a good man, a strong man met his cold end
Tainted with the power of rust
Keep me Amanda, Amanda I'm coming home
We don't write, we don't speak, we just lay here
Buried under rock and bone
Even the dust knows we'll stay here, buried under skin and stone
Hold this clearing 'til the grass is spattered red
We're gonna lay here let the glory find us instead
Please don't cry when I die and I'm dying
Amanda I'm coming home
Who will find the meaning?
When I die will I die?
Who will let the grass grow?
When we lie single file?
I can feel you in the clearing oh, Amanda I'm coming home
I'll be waiting in the dust under rock and bone.
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