Requiem

"Write us a song," they said
 "Tell us your truth you've got nothing to hide"
 Well, tell them the truth I did
 And exposed what I had locked inside
 I laid it out across the floor and cried
 And so it went down like the poet described
 And they reached for their children and covered their eyes
 This was not a song for angry men
 What I wrote for them (what I wrote for them)
 Was a requiem
 Eeh, ohh
 "Go on and run", she sighed ("Go on and run", she sighеd)
 I wish you could see all the things I have seen
 Well, hеre on the other side
 It feels the same as when I was 19
 I should have read up on my Augustine
 I ran for the corner the poet described
 And I stood in the sun and I saw myself die
 I was so afraid of angry men
 What I wrote for them (what I wrote for them)
 Was a requiem
 Hmm, hmm, ohh...
 This is something to remember me by (this is something to remember me by)
 This is something to remember me by (this is something to remember me by)
 This is something to remember me by (this is something to remember me by)
 This is something to remember me by
 Remember me, remember me