Far Away — Martha Wainwright

Far away In some lovely way I hear your call Whatever happened to them all? Whatever happened to us all?

I know that we've never met before But that was then, and now I need you more Is someone here keeping the score? Is there only dying at your door? Taking me down off this cross Lay me down, down, down in the dust Whoa, love, take my hand across the crowd I have been digging underground What'er remains is yet to be found I have no children I have no husband I have no reason To be alive Oh, give me one

Green grass blades are all on fire I own the crack that's in the wind From your window I see bars & the birds They sing & they sing & they sing & they sing And the dogs They bark & they bark & they bark & they bark & they bark

Ah...

Whatever happened to them all? Whatever happened to us all?

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