A Stranger's Grave - Hexvessel

She put on her old scuffed fan shoes

Wore her favourite navy blue suit, fixed her hair

Before she lay on a strangers grave

Felt her grip on the world disappear

She traced all the names under the photograph

Was it really him or just another man?

So hard to tell…

But in the corner of her eye she would picture him

A familiar voice or the sound of his steps

Upon a stormy wave they are swept away

Just like paper boots in a sails dream

Or the light that plays on a half-lit face

The sound of the sea is a bloodbeat

Of drums from the heart’s silent scream

Silent scream, bloodbeat dream