The Burial
The fright he'd been through, he's in their prayers,
As the priest carefully closes the lid.
A calm, patient man of many layers,
His eyes are closed and he's looking morbid.
As the priest carefully closes the lid,
The coffin is planted below the tomb,
His eyes are closed and he's looking morbid
A perished life that was once from the womb.
The coffin is planted below the tomb,
His mother weeps over him, dressed in black
A perished life that was once from the womb,
So young was he who died from heart attack.
His mother weeps over him, dressed in black
Comforted by Sam, 'It wasn't to be,'
So young was he who died from heart attack
Sam's his twin brother in identity.
Comforted by Sam, 'It wasn't to be,'
Through the quiet graves, Sam's mobile phone rings,
Sam's his twin brother in identity
A pleasant ring tone through the mourning sings
Through the quiet graves, Sam's mobile phone rings,
Sam has been tempted not to answer it,
A pleasant ring tone through the mourning sings,
Sam does: 'You've dug me alive in the pit!'
Sam has been tempted not to answer it,
He'd taken the call urged by his mother,
Sam does: 'You've dug me alive in the pit!'
Sam stalls astounded that it's his brother.
He'd taken the call urged by his mother,
They bring him up quickly, saved by his phone!
Sam stalls astounded that it's his brother,
He'd have perished in the pit all alone.
They bring him up quickly, saved by his phone!
A calm, patient man of many layers,
He'd have perished in the pit all alone,