Ceschi - Beyond the End lyrics

[Verse I] Winter froze our crooked fingers into praying hands At a January funeral for a sweet faced man When we pulled black suits out of closets once again And squeezed our fatter bodies into them To carry a casket through a catholic parade Full of tissues and condolences Till a priest spoke your name In a mundane way he prayed Claiming you were in a better place I'm not convinced but hope that it's the case When springtime arrives and melts away the snow around your grave I'll still remember you in 10th grade With a teenage smirk Disc-man works of Richard D. James That image will stay burnt onto my brain I'll miss you like our younger days We'll miss you like our younger days Before grays started showing our age Attempting to love life as much as you did Won't remember you painted in a box Not a cliché at a wake Not a tear drop [Hook] Not a cliché Not a tear drop Not a cliché Not a tear drop You are forever [Verse II] Mother's house is covered in your photographs Every angle of your face Every age Every hair style phase And we puffy eyed droogs Huddle in her memorial gallery For the first of our gang to pa** beyond the galaxy Tangled in uncomfortable laughs Masking the cracks in speaking voices Unable to come to terms with the fact that you won't be back As much as we dream of reviving you Right now we don't know how to react Or where to find you We'd fight for you We'd break bones Bite through stone And punch holes directly into the depths of the unknown Till our fists turned bloody red But today we're sitting in silence Without a life to defend Lost without our friend And I'm at a loss for words... Searching for a thousand more ways to say that "Life is cruel and absurd" That "it wasn't your turn" But you're buried in dirt While I'm still walking this earth Disgusted by the f**ing world If this is how it works [Hook] [Verse III] Battling with faith And it's hard to say if I'll see you again Not sure what I believe in the end But I'm at least confident That I'll catch glimpses of you in contours of your sister's face Or your fiancées gaze upon any mention of your name You visited during prison bunk visions So lucid and vivid That it almost convinced me For minutes That you were still living But now I'm wide awake and a cynic Chewing on birthday cake and been livid Wishing that I could write a song to bring back the dead and fix all things wicked But I better leave this selfishness and let you rest See you again at the peak of Connecticut fall When leaves turn red Or within that San Francisco fog So thick it can blanket the bridges And cover our damages I'll see you again Within the serenity of Atlanta magnolias My friend Though I dreamt of fixing all wrongs... Unclogging lungs from blood clots... Sometimes we're forced to stop And appreciate moments we all got So I'll shut my mouth at last Surrender myself to the chaos It'll all go by so fast Beyond the end Love you Rob [Hook]