Remains Of You

(アルバム： Unforgiving Mistress - 1999)

These are the remains of you

Ancient, sacred relics of a faith that's dead and gone
A calf that's found too late and frozen, just outside the barn
These are them
These are them
The sad and sinking feeling on the red-eye into town
Bucking off some bull you could have rode when you were young
These are them
These are them

And although it brings me pain just to tell you
I've got to say, I'm kind of compelled to
For these are the remains of you

When you can't believe and see you're living under curse
Trying to treat disease to see it only getting worse
These are them
These are them
Calling up an old friend to find she'd overdosed last spring
A man's voice on the phone at your place, six or seven rings
These are them
These are them

And although it brings me pain just to tell you
I've got to say, I'm kind of compelled to
For these are the remains of you

Freezing drops of rain
Pelts of otters slain
Fortunes on the wane
The vast unbroken plain

Hatreds bred in haste
Good men losing face
Tragedy in space
Resource gone to waste

Peaceful culture aging
Holocaustal rageings
Defeats that we're still staging
In wars that we're still waging

There's nothing more I can do
For these are the remains of you