"Darkest Blues: Relief That Nothing Can Be Done" lyrics
Shallow within the earth
Buried deep beneath the snow
You would remain forever young while the rest of us grow old
We would act upon our guilt
A northern burial was your wish
We would obey and fulfill, for your importance is strengthened by your early death
It's the truth in true despair
Deepest roots, darkest blues
The belief that all is lost
And that nothing can be done
Forever frozen, never to decompose
Your body would be preserved
While we all live and struggle on
And inherit the life that you deserved
Your youthful looks remembered, your dignity retained
While there would be no relief for us
And we'd look worse every day
It's the truth in true despair
Deepest roots, darkest blues
The belief that all is lost
And that nothing can be done
In our minds and in our hearts, in frames your image will hang
On the walls of grieving homes
And other places you would never go again
Imagine the things they would say about you
As if they really knew
How your death was premature
But your life was overdue
You have already spent your better years
Taking your time for granted
It will be yours in the end, but at what price
To have wasted your entire life
Wishing it all away
Death is a tease
To venture into the thought of despair
And pull yourself back together again
Knowing you had once stood on the edge
And almost dove in
Everything had driven me there
Another lesson best learned young
When you want it, you can't have it
When you don't want it, it's done
For all our guilt
For all our lies
For all we care
We'd gather together to say goodbye
As if the dead can't see the living
They would volunteer to twist the truth
For the comfort of each other and say
"He was a good friend of mine"
Make the choice to stay alive
Existence is your only hope to fight
Not for the love of life or the fear of death
But to save the lies from the breath
Of the ones around you who would speak and cry
And the ones around you who would fake and lie
Who would say that they knew you and that you would be missed
As a storm of admiration buries you again
Buried deep beneath the snow
You would remain forever young while the rest of us grow old
We would act upon our guilt
A northern burial was your wish
We would obey and fulfill, for your importance is strengthened by your early death
It's the truth in true despair
Deepest roots, darkest blues
The belief that all is lost
And that nothing can be done
Forever frozen, never to decompose
Your body would be preserved
While we all live and struggle on
And inherit the life that you deserved
Your youthful looks remembered, your dignity retained
While there would be no relief for us
And we'd look worse every day
It's the truth in true despair
Deepest roots, darkest blues
The belief that all is lost
And that nothing can be done
In our minds and in our hearts, in frames your image will hang
On the walls of grieving homes
And other places you would never go again
Imagine the things they would say about you
As if they really knew
How your death was premature
But your life was overdue
You have already spent your better years
Taking your time for granted
It will be yours in the end, but at what price
To have wasted your entire life
Wishing it all away
Death is a tease
To venture into the thought of despair
And pull yourself back together again
Knowing you had once stood on the edge
And almost dove in
Everything had driven me there
Another lesson best learned young
When you want it, you can't have it
When you don't want it, it's done
For all our guilt
For all our lies
For all we care
We'd gather together to say goodbye
As if the dead can't see the living
They would volunteer to twist the truth
For the comfort of each other and say
"He was a good friend of mine"
Make the choice to stay alive
Existence is your only hope to fight
Not for the love of life or the fear of death
But to save the lies from the breath
Of the ones around you who would speak and cry
And the ones around you who would fake and lie
Who would say that they knew you and that you would be missed
As a storm of admiration buries you again
Writer(s): David Gold
