Текст Sienna Skies – Palliative

I’m loosing a generation
And it’s taken

Ninety plus years but deaths finally made a new friend
Welcomed with open arms like he’d always intended

If I hold your hand a little tighter
Will you stay here one more day?
If I sing your name a little louder
Will you still remember me?

Memories of a hospital bed
As my family stand around and quoting the dead
The cold touch, of my hand on your chest
Watch your sleeping smile knowing you gave nothing less
Than it all for your family, to live and survive
In a world that death has finally said it was time that you departed, for

Where fathers meet mothers
And brothers meet brothers

If I hold your hand a little tighter
Will you stay here one more day?
If I sing your name a little louder
Will you still remember me?

And I’m loosing a generation
But I’ll be okay, okay