John Gold - Augusta Vail Lyrics
They float the hallsAnd the souls collect and meet meThey sing my song tonightAugusta VailHow the mausoleum suits youAnd nobody sings like you ownIs the higher plane temporary?Will we find our way out of mazes and paper bags?And the song will goWhen everyone I know is in a rowI will turn to youThat's when I'll turn to you and say I love youIs the higher plane temporary?Will we find our way out of mazes and paper bags?Is this your end or just the beginningAnd are you still wandering?She said the rust of lustWill never undo my sugared cageIt's a fine thing to pass into nothingIn the nothing you'll be fineAnd for the rest of usWhat little I know about historyWe shouldn't run, run, runWe never come back againIt's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming onIt's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming onOh