And I've got a picture in my head
It's been cemented down like lead
That all my blues will turn to red
When I see You
Both of my eyes laid
On a field of wilting bouquets
All their damage is now done
And all their price has now been paid
And I've got a picture in my head

It's been cemented down like lead
That all my blues will turn to red
And they will bear the marks of
Consequence and consciousness
Of who You are, and what comes next
If there's a heartbeat in my chest
Then there is evidence that must be met

And I can see it again
In the passing of family and friends
Break at the bend
My tattered clothes force me
To make do and mend
But I want to be whole again
'Cause I've got a picture in my head
It's been cemented down like lead
That all my blues will turn to red
And they will bear the marks of
Consequence and consciousness
Of who You are, and what comes next

If there's a heartbeat in my chest
Then there is evidence that must be met
Death's at the end of this road
The veil that once was sewn
Now frayed and torn at the end
A fraction of the whole
If our lives are surely borrowed
The seeds that we have sown
Once loaned for us to spend
Now worth their weight in gold