[Verse 1]
We'll all become saints someday
When our bodies give out and our lives
Aren't based on what others say
She was so kind and lived so care free
Now shes long gone and there's
Little input in this verbal biography
So goes the tale of a dying moon
Pale and blue and eclipsed all too soon
In a celestial sea that is capsizing
There is certainty you will become
[Chorus]
Folklore (repeated)
[Verse 2]
I drink all these spirits in
Get drunk (?) in despair that I never
Knew any of them
The bar gets cold when my friends leave
Try to order one more then collapse on the floor
As i join them without reprieve
And everybody dies with a thirsty mouth
An unsightly pout before time runs out
But if you die bold with a belly that's full
Well there's a certainty that you'll someday become
[Chorus]
Folklore
A vessel that's filled right up to the gills
A sweet serenade leaving a trail of chills
A time bomb that ticks to nobody's fears
A collection of triumphs that surpa** the years
A big stroke of life filling up one brief night
A love that can fight until the day it dies
A series of truths not just stories or lies
That you leave behind until you become
Nothing more than
Folklore