Joshua Kemble - Written For the Dead Lyrics

Bouquet of yellow roses stolen from a graveyard left for someone long past
Regifted to your doorstep along with a love letter written in Sanskrit
Translated to all the things that you want to hear
Confused by the note, you throw it in the trash that's picked up every day at two
Mechanical arms lift then drop it into the truck bed, soon to be sorted and sifted in a junk pile
What's intended to be read, is often written for the dead, only then to be fed to the incinerator
Hunting graveyards looking for the best bouquet then spending hours to write in Sanskrit
What's intended to be read, is often written for the dead, only then to be fed to the incinerator
A flock of pigeons fill the sky above the massive rubbish landfill
A single pigeon sorts among the rubble, and then stumbles upon the letter, written in his native tongue
The bird is moved to tears, it had taken so many years for it to find the love it had searched for
At long last, it found a letter speaking to its inner soul
The bird took flight, it searched in vain to find the writer
What's intended to be read, is often written for the dead, only then to be fed to the incinerator
Coo Coo Coo Coo
What's intended to be read, is often written for the dead, only then to be fed to the incinerator
Hunting graveyards looking for the best bouquet then spending hours to write in Sanskrit
What's intended to be read, is often written for the dead, only then to be fed to the incinerator
Coo Coo Coo Coo
What's intended to be read, is often written for the dead, only then to be fed to the incinerator
Hunting graveyards looking for the best bouquet then spending hours to write in Sanskrit
What's intended to be read, is often written for the dead, only then to be fed to the incinerator
Coo Coo Coo Coo