Easter Sunday 歌词

Cold rain, Easter Sunday Bluebirds diving from the city trees Garlands of plastic bags are waving from their branches The air is wet and thick and somehow Also thin and clear in the cold with the birds Trilling, the grey sky, new green blades of grass and In the spring, one forgets that nothing that we love can stay (It's so easy to forget among the flowers) But maybe some things can stay Just because we love them and because We love them when they die It's only half a death Alive and well, an imprint of you is warm On my memory in your Egyptian cotton suit With your Easter Sunday eyes Bright and cloudy all at once and Eternally new