(*Kae Sun) On the corner where little Nathan got swept away We lit black candles, people stood in a circle; They had pictures , him with his kinfolk; I read every line of his poetry. On that street I couldn’t gather my thoughts at all; Can’t say I felt sorry, yet sorrow shook my concrete walls Now is he gone for good? We lay him down way too deep; I’m hearing echoes of his favorite song, I hear it in my sleep. How can we grow old, when we burning slow Can we grow old when we burning slow These friends of mine, they never read the signs I say they going the wrong way; They had me accused, they say I take myths to be true When I say theres only one way; And when bloodstained hands leave death marks on your pages When you got no new leaf to turn over, turn over, turn over How can we grow old, when we burning slow Can we grow old, when we burning slow Can we grow old, when we burning slow On the corner watching our future drift away We lit black candles, we lit black candles.
(*Kae Sun) On the corner where little Nathan got swept away We lit black candles, people stood in a circle; They had pictures , him with his kinfolk; I read every line of his poetry. On that street I couldn’t gather my thoughts at all; Can’t say I felt sorry, yet sorrow shook my concrete walls Now is he gone for good? We lay him down way too deep; I’m hearing echoes of his favorite song, I hear it in my sleep. How can we grow old, when we burning slow Can we grow old when we burning slow These friends of mine, they never read the signs I say they going the wrong way; They had me accused, they say I take myths to be true When I say theres only one way; And when bloodstained hands leave death marks on your pages When you got no new leaf to turn over, turn over, turn over How can we grow old, when we burning slow Can we grow old, when we burning slow Can we grow old, when we burning slow On the corner watching our future drift away We lit black candles, we lit black candles.
