STARE DOWN HARD AT THE EPITAPH.
AND WONDER WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN.
NOW IT'S ALL JUST MUCH TOO LATE.
THE GRAVESTONE IN THE GROUND.
READING THE WORDS FOR COMFORT.
WONDERING WHY OH WHY OH WHY OH WHY?

ETCHED IN STONE, THE EPITAPH.
ONE OF MILLIONS OF MILLIONS OF MILLIONS!
WARNING LOOMS IN THEIR WORDS
WAYS FOR MAN TO SAVE HISSELF
TAUNTING YOU WITH UNANSWERED QUESTIONS
THERE'S NO WAY TO GET THE ANSWERS!
CLUTCHING FLOWERS, SO FRUSTRATED,
LEFT WITH NOTHING BUT THAT FEELING,
LEFT WITH NOTHING BUT THAT FEELING.

PASS ON BY THE EPITAPH,
AND TRY TO RECOLLECT YOUR THOUGHTS,
TELL YOURSELF IT'LL BE OKAY,
TELL YOURSELF WHATEVER YOU WANT.

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): JASON SMITH