Requiem: 820 Latham Songtext
von Mel Tormé

When I came to you there on that cold
Telephone pole, horror of the night
When you came out to meet me
In that filmy thing, and sat down on the porch swing

And I knew the moon would melt
Before I held you to my breast, like that again, yeah
Why could I not die then?
Warm behind the curtains of your hair

When we stopped the clock on that cold rock
Mixed our hot young blood with granite dust
And I raised my head to kiss the sweat
That hung like honey from your goddess brow


And I knew the mountain side would be
Ten million years of dust, and rust before I took you up there again, yeah
Why could I not die then
Warm behind the curtains of your hair

Instead, I was found dead, and well
Carrying on my life with much gusto and death breath

Buried without casket, and no one writes my epitaph
′Cause they know that I'm still breathing
And they think that means I′m still alive
I'm still alive

And I knew the mountain inside would be ten million years of dust and rust
Before I took you up there again, yeah
Why could I not die then
Warm behind the curtains of your hair?
Why could I not die then
Since it doesn't really matter where?

Why could I not die then
Behind the curtains of your hair?