It’s a final resting placenAt a quite unusual timenThere’s a smile upon my facenLike its born of red winennShe swears my eyes with all her gracenShe hears in hear heart, the empyy space.nnTake all my thingsnAnd throw them awaynCause all of the riches that I’ve gathersnAre gone todaynnHere in the darknI lie for a whilenBegin to appreciate the brightnessnThe comfort of her smile.nnThe smilenIn a crowded suit I lienIn a finest pin-stripenBy my sidenOver swallow the threatnnShe swells my eyes with all her gracenShe hears in hear heart the empty space.nnTake all my thingsnAnd throw them awaynCause all of the riches that I’ve gatherednAre gone todaynnHere in the darknI lie for a while.nBegin to appreciate the brightnessnThe comfort of her nnOh, I wanted to fly.nOh, I wanted to fl-un, run, runnnTake all my thingsnAnd throw them awaynCause all of the riches that I’ve gathersnAre gone todaynnHere in the darknI lie for a whilenBegin to appreciate the brightnessnThe comfort of her smile.nnThe smile.n