Like a crow, sitting on a wire, watching
Wait for the day to end, becoming night
Looking into the sun, thinking we'll burn
Ghosts haunting while forever wanting
There is nothing in fire, but souls afire
And if I die, I'll be dust, never to return
Work ended, but life is never ending task
Until I become timeless in fair Elysium
Where age is lost, and youth ever lasting
And youthful inspirations burn to ash
Lord, oh I long to lay in your fields
Where I might find peace that lasts
