Marcelo

I had a dream you flew away

I guess that I should have known

Coz now that I've dug your grave

I regret every minute you spent alone

Please know, oh no, I never wished this on your soul, Marcelo

What do I do other than pray?

Now that my room is quiet and cold

Coz it's hard for this to fade

When I stare at your feathers on the floor

I know, I know, that these things can't be foretold, Marcelo