Mark Berube - Above The Ground

Spent the afternoon
counting stars
at least the ones
I hoped to see
the ones that shine
beyond the reach
of their own
burned out reality
Oh please oh please
Oh please oh please
When we die bury all
our good good things
above the ground
So we rode our
bikes to the place
where the headstones
and memory play
perched up on the
elephant cliffs
breathing in the
mouth of yesterday
Oh please oh please
Oh please oh please
And the sun it starts
to cut its head off
and bleed its beauty
on the lake
we can build up
our lives with fireworks
and still just fade away
so when we die bury
all our good good things
above the ground
So we looked up
to the sky once more
felt tears floating
down our skin
the kind that scrub
your closets clean
and highlight
your love instead
Oh please oh please
Oh please oh please
And the wind breaks
the glass of the lake
and the evening pulls
the shadows from the shade
and the stars start
to flower like its spring
showered in the
mist of milky rain
Oh please oh please
Oh please oh please
And I saw the sun it
cut its head off
and bled its beauty
on the lake
we can build up our
lives with fireworks
and still just fade away
so when we die bury
all our good good things
above the ground