Grand Archives Index Moon
We were all the blue skies good luck
bad news travels fast
sets in slowly
Mourning of an early loss
the words came out of us
bells were all ringing out loud
Left her side for the sake
of rain on a sunny day
we all get left behind sometimes and times all we have
the index moon was right
I was thinking about a friend
train whistles blowing
Echoing out a past
splintered word and ash
bells were all ringing out loud
left her side for the sake
of rain on a sunny day
we all get left behind sometimes and times all we have
now the bells are ringing out loud
left her side for the sake
of rain on a sunny day
of rain on a sunny day
of rain on a sunny day
