(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z)
How happy is the human soul
Not enslaved by dull control
Left to dream and roam and play
Shed the guild of former days
Walking on the foggy shore
Watch the waves come rolling home
Through the veil of pale moonlight
My shadow stretches out its hand.
And so we lay,
We lay in the same grave,
Our chemical wedding day
And so we lay,
We lay in the same grave,
Our chemical wedding day
Floating in the endless blue,
My seed of doubt I leave to you
Let it wither on the ground
Treat it like a plague you found
All my dreams that were outside
In living colour, now alive.
And all the lighthouses,
Their beams converge,
To guide me home.
And so we lay,
We lay in the same grave,
Our chemical wedding day
And so we lay,
We lay in the same grave,
Our chemical wedding day
And so we lay,
We lay in the same grave,
Our chemical wedding day
And so we lay,
We lay in the same grave,
Our chemical wedding day
And so we lay,
We lay in the same grave,
Our chemical wedding day
And so we lay,
We lay in the same grave,
Our chemical wedding day