Текст песни Beauty In The Sorrow

Can we make sense of it all? The lies our fathers told To find the beauty in the sorrow So young Did it even matter So young Did it even matter It felt so strange Living in my grave Count each breath, waiting to expire Remember home Dying here alone Hollow words, anthems from the choir Can we make sense of it all The lies our fathers told To find the beauty in the sorrow The lies they told Can we make sense of it all The beauty in the sorrow So young Did it even matter So young Did it even matter It felt so strange Looking at your grave An early end, I read letters to remember So I moved on Or so the story goes Shots rang out, red flowers a reminder Can we make sense of it all The lies our fathers told The beauty in the sorrow The beauty in the sorrow The beauty in the sorrow So young Did it even matter So young Did it even matter Can we make sense of it all The lies our fathers told To find the beauty in the sorrow The lies they told Can we make sense of it all The beauty in the sorrow