(*Kae Sun)
On the corner where little Nathan got swept away
We lit black candles, people stood in a circle;
They had pictures , him with his kinfolk;
I read every line of his poetry.
On that street I couldn’t gather my thoughts at all;
Can’t say I felt sorry, yet sorrow shook my concrete walls
Now is he gone for good? We lay him down way too deep;
I’m hearing echoes of his favorite song, I hear it in my sleep.
How can we grow old, when we burning slow
Can we grow old when we burning slow
These friends of mine, they never read the signs
I say they going the wrong way;
They had me accused, they say I take myths to be true
When I say theres only one way;
And when bloodstained hands leave death marks on your pages
When you got no new leaf to turn over, turn over, turn over
How can we grow old, when we burning slow
Can we grow old, when we burning slow
Can we grow old, when we burning slow
On the corner watching our future drift away
We lit black candles, we lit black candles.