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Headstone
by Chris Wilman
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Ten years of rumour and absence
Soft steps on a hard shore
Lead to an old door
Before the tide takes your shoes
You bought land and wife with gunpowder
Made deals with ghosts in the flames
Accursed by King and by empire
Where've you been little boy?
Secret words from a raised hand
Need to be buried deep
Say no words over this one
No-one's listening
You'll not take this horror away
This disease wants you dead
You'll not take this horror away
This disease wants you dead
It may take half an hour, it may take half a lifetime Hope you find my name
Words that you heard must never be spoken
Waste no time lamenting the dead
This boy needs no prayer this boy needs no headstone
Welcomes the end of the life he has led
You'll not take this horror away
This disease wants you dead
You'll not take this horror away
This disease wants you dead
It may take half an hour, it may take half a lifetime
Hope you find my name
Don't you know that collecting the dead's a dangerous waste of time
Are you the last shadow on the field - have you come to collect my soul ?
I was once told that I'd be kept safe 'cos there is purpose for me in this life
Have you come to collect my soul - have you come to collect?
It may take half an hour, it may take half a lifetime
Hope you find my name
Ten years of rumour and absence
Soft steps on a hard shore
Lead to an old door
Before the tide takes your shoes
You bought land and wife with gunpowder
Made deals with ghosts in the flames
Accursed by King and by empire
Where've you been little boy?
Secret words from a raised hand
Need to be buried deep
Say no words over this one
No-one's listening
You'll not take this horror away
This disease wants you dead
You'll not take this horror away
This disease wants you dead
It may take half an hour, it may take half a lifetime Hope you find my name
Words that you heard must never be spoken
Waste no time lamenting the dead
This boy needs no prayer this boy needs no headstone
Welcomes the end of the life he has led
You'll not take this horror away
This disease wants you dead
You'll not take this horror away
This disease wants you dead
It may take half an hour, it may take half a lifetime
Hope you find my name
Don't you know that collecting the dead's a dangerous waste of time
Are you the last shadow on the field - have you come to collect my soul ?
I was once told that I'd be kept safe 'cos there is purpose for me in this life
Have you come to collect my soul - have you come to collect?
It may take half an hour, it may take half a lifetime
Hope you find my name
