Breathe in, fade away
Breathe in, feel decay

All I know is dead and gone
We left back at golden pond
And though you were cold as ice
The flowers on your grave looked nice

Reach up and pull the cord
Relax and grind your sword
If I don’t seek reward
What’s it we’re moving toward

Breathe in, fade away
Breathe in, feel decay

I look back you drift along
Reading write compose the song
Feel it right where short is long
Hear it now and then it’s gone

Reach up and pull the cord
Rеlax and grind your sword
If I don’t seek reward
What’s it we’re moving toward
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