Dead in Habana

From Intelligent Shit Music

Gathered in the square
All I've done carried on the air
By the voices of those I left behind
Those I once called mine

Slowly forward
Towards the immortal
Open the door
Push me through

Yeah Tonight everybody's with me
But no body's here

All my work and all my wealth
All my faults: my failing health
From golden bows dug into shores
From mountain tops and forest floors

Yeah Tonight everybody's with me
But no body's here

They couldn't, so I did
They wouldn't, so I did