Vārdi: Funeral For A Friend. 10:45 Amsterdam Conversation.

Water broken voice, saturates a microphone
Into a receiver with no tongue
Offering little to what it knows

Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall from throats
When heaven is remembered but never seen
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes

Eternally the sun has set to mourning
And contoured are the backgrounds
On the canvas to which our lives are painted

Water broken voice, saturates a microphone
Into a receiver with no tongue
Offering little to what it knows

Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall from throats
When heaven is remembered but never seen
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes

Eternally the sun has set to mourning
And contoured are the backgrounds
On the canvas to which our lives are painted

Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes like kaleidoscopes
Like kaleidoscopes, like kaleidoscopes