Текст песни Resurrection

At her funeral I never felt the grave
Never kissed the dead, had a laugh instead
Made a funny girl count nine best friends
Look how they adore her, standing here before her
With words in their pockets, hearts on thier sleeves
They sang her praise, I felt her breathe
And her photographs hung upon the wall
Of the little Jewish hall

And beautiful was her comet
And beautiful was her comet
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At her funeral someone rolled the stone
Pushed it through the night
Eyes adjusting to her light
Dressed in black only if we wanted
Picasso rose and brighter, I think I would've liked her
With words in my pockets, tears up my sleeves
I ran back home to give them wings
They flew above what's inside
This world, it looks smaller from the sky

And beautiful was her comet
And beautiful was her comet