In A Graveyard
Rufus Wainwright
Wandering properties of death
arresting moons within our eyes and smiles we did rest
among the granite tombs to catch our breath
worldly sounds of endless warring
were for just a moment silent stars
worldly boundaries of dying
were for just a moment never ours
all was new
just as the black horizons blue
then along the bending path away
i smiled in knowing i'd be back one day