Death's Song

Death's Song - City and Colour

What becomes of me

When you stop listening

Do I disappear into the silence

Or return from the void with brand-new life

Will I find a resting place;

Somewhere to wash my hands and face

Gathering the harvest for all I need;

Collapsing into this place of ease

Singing my death's song

Singing my death's song

Singing my death's song

This is my death's song

Singing my death's song

Singing my death's song

Singing my death's song

Singing my death's song

Singing my death's song

Singing my death's song

Singing my death's song

This is my death's song