Everything That Dies - Matthew And The Atlas

Wait on the breeze through red top trees

Pining will roam, ask where you’ve grown

Seven geese in flight call from a great height

Grey wing, then white, grey wing, then white

You said everyone you know one day will surely die

But everything that dies in some way returns

You said everyone you know one day will surely die

But everything that dies in some way returns

Down to the woods where I first stood

Down to the foot where I drew blood

Ten gees in flight call from a great height

Grey wings, then white, grey wings, then white

You said everyone you know one day will surely die

But everything that dies in some way returns

You said everyone you know one day will surely die

But everything that dies in some way returns

You said everyone you know one day will surely die

But everything that dies in some way returns

You said everyone you know one day will surely die

But everything that dies in some way returns

You said everyone you know one day will surely die

But everything that dies in some way returns

You said everyone you know one day will surely die

But everything that dies in some way returns