Fields of stone piled over the bones of the dead
Every minute tries to still their sound
Fields of stone piled over the bones of my friends
But their words won't join them in the ground
Your name, your word, your verse, your world, not lost to the statuary
Our chance, our hope, our love, our world, not lost to the statuary
All of a life consigned to acclaim from a name
"Sends a permanent shiver down my spine." *
All of a life consigned to a chair, or a chain
"Oh d**h... I've flirted with you all my life." **
Fields of stone piled over the bones of my friends
Their words still shake me with their sound
Your name, your word, your verse, your world, not lost to the statuary
Our chance, our hope, our love, our world, not lost to the statuary