[piano intro] [spoken] Is it not death... where one would be alive... until dead? [piano] [verse] Death dissolve into matter… that feeds the dirt… that grows the grass… that feeds the cattle… that produces the milk… that feeds the babes.. that feeds the babes! [chorus] Death returns to live in the wings of a DOVE and so thus, reappears in the winds of LOVE [piano interlude solo] [verse] Death dissolve into matter… that feeds the dirt… that grows the grass… that feeds the cattle… that produces the milk… that feeds the babes... that feeds the babes. [chorus] Death returns to live in the wings of a DOVE and so thus, reappears in the winds of LOVE [outro]
