Lyrics:

Is there a sun there in your hand?
A little light that battles with itself
Is there a message in the sand
That tells me how to set the world in flames?

Do people cry or is it rain?
Do we care? Do we count the stains?
When will the sunrise stay a day?
Laugh and shine, or is it all the same?
Psalms for the dead
Songs for the living
And a wreath for absent friends
Psalms for the dead
Songs for the living
And a wreath for absent friends

So tell me fools and troubadours
Can a simple stream grow into a flood?
Beggar man become a president?
A sip of wine be shared and thick as blood
Idols, gods, dictators and divine
Is this the path where blind men lead the blind?
What is love, but only a dream?
Those pains and pyres were meant to set us free
Psalms for the dead
Song for the living
And a wreath for absent friends
Psalms for the dead
Song for the living
And a wreath for absent friends

When time is gone, the page is turned
The door is closed and all is done and said
The band has played, the spotlight's burned
All that's left are psalms for the dead