Текст Matthew And The Atlas – Everything That Dies

Wait on the breeze through red top trees
Pining will roam, ask where you’ve grown
Seven geese in flight call from a great height
Grey wing, then white, grey wing, then white

You said everyone you know one day will surely die
But everything that dies in some way returns
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
But everything that dies in some way returns

Down to the woods where I first stood
Down to the foot where I drew blood
Seven geese in flight call from a great height
Grey wing, then white, grey wing, then white

You said everyone you know one day will surely die
But everything that dies in some way returns
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
But everything that dies in some way returns
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
But everything that dies in some way returns
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
But everything that dies in some way returns
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
But everything that dies in some way returns
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
But everything that dies in some way returns