Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there
I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there. I did not die
Three in the morning
There's a light in the hall
The world is dark outside
Misty and cold
Whispering voices
In the still of the night
Familiar shadows
Coming straight to your bedside
It's a matter of moments
Undeniably nearer
Indescribably clearer
Wake up baby, let's walk in the woods
Tonight
Four in the morning
Now the car's heading south
The world is silent
Though your heart beats so loud
All that surrounds you
Is the promise of fear
Where are we going daddy
Why are we here?
It's a matter of moments
Undeniably nearer
Indescribably clearer
Let's get out and take a look at all the stars
Tonight
Oh won't you say
This is a perfect day
To drive away
And play with sand, my baby
An early morning
In the belgian rain
This sudden freedom
Leaves me dead and insane
It's filled with emptiness
Just like the backseat
The backseat of the car
It's a matter of hours
Undeniably nearer
Indescribably clearer
Step outside, raise your hands above your head
Right now
Oh won't you say
This is a perfect day
To drive away
And play with sand, my baby
Oh come with me
This is a perfect day
Don't you agree
And play with sand, my baby
