A deep frustration's running through my veins 
A dark light's entering the church
By pale glass windows
And I feel so cold 
I can't stop looking at the wooden box placed
In the very centry of the nave 
I'm trying to imagine you
A deep frustration's running through my veins 
A dark light's entering the church
By pale glass windows
And I feel so cold
I can't stop looking at the wooden box placed
In the very centry of the nave 
I'm trying to imagine you
Sleeping 
We're in the home
Of life and death 
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