[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