The sun and the shutters and the sun shattered hair
The butler hesitates at the top of the stairs
A kitten from Great Britain sleeps behind the drapes
An old silver bowl filled with apples and grapes
The river winds 'round these little green hills
And stays in the woods for days
We were built to consider the unmanifested
And make of love an immaculate place
Repair is the dream of the broken thing
Like a message broadcast on an overpass
All my favorite singers couldn't sing
All my favorite singers couldn't sing
The dead know what they're doing when they leave this world behind
When the here and the hereafter momentarily align
See the need to speed into the lead suddenly decline
The dead know what they’re doing when they leave this world behind
Well, there's trouble in the hall
And trouble up the stairs
And trouble in the trouble
That's troubling the air
Please don't say that my soul has died away