The Mark of the Good Things That Pass

from Nothing by Thanksgiving



Oh, when you were sick, you knew I would care
I stayed by your bedside, I stayed beside light
Until you awakened and makethed me free
I couldn’t regret it, I couldn’t deny it

Before you have told me that good things do burn
And their fire is frozen and their fire held up
In between crowds each one can see
That good things are things and good things are chosen

So, now you have told me that I will burn too
And become the ash from which we all grew
I couldn’t regret it, I couldn’t deny it
So here lies the mark of the good things that passed


from Nothing, released January 1, 2002


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