A Few Words for the Dead - Marillion

Can you make it your own

Can you take it by the throat

Make your own luck, learn the skills

Get in early for the kill

It carries on

Pick up the weapon

Marry it, give it your name

Define yourself by it

Take it down 'the disco

Trigger happy, pulling power

Lady killer, take 'em out

See the weirdos on the hill

Come to get you if you stand still

It carries on

Somewhere in history you were wronged

Teach your children to bang the drum

Tell all your family, tell all your friends

Teach your brothers to avenge

It carries on

Or you could love

You could love

Lie down in the flowers

In the blue of the air

Open your eyes

Why use up your life for anything else?

No need to fight for what everyone has

What do you need?

It’s already there

It’s already there

You could love

So he carried the stars in his pocket

Drank the sunrise till he was drunk

He embraced the angels

They swam like little minnows in his blood

Ghosts in his eyes

Out walking beside him

Laughing like children in his mind

They chanted his mantra together

You could love

They were happy