Besedila: Rufus Wainwright. Poses. In A Graveyard.

Wandering properties of death
Arresting moons within our eyes and smiles we did rest
Amongst the granite tombs to catch our breath

Worldly sounds of endless warring were for just a moment silent stars
Worldly boundaries of dying were for just a moment never ours
All was new just as the black horizons blue

Then along the bending path away
I smiled in knowing I'd be back one day