THE OTHER SIDE

She was on the other side

There was nowhere else to hide away

Quiet in the bunker lights

Smoke was curling in her eyes, they say

There was no sun there was no moon

The faintest trace of stale perfume

A heavy glow, the hours slow

You ask the Lord, you never know

A grain of sand is love to you

And through my hands

You're passing through

This might be the day we die

Oh my darling' don't you cry

She was in a summer fair

Then the brightest wind blew through her hair

Quiet in the bunker lair

Smoke was curling in her eyes, they swear

Was no sun there was no moon

The faintest trace of stale perfume

The heavy glow, the hours slow

You ask the Lord, you never know

This grain of sand is love to you

And through my hands

You're passing through

And this might be the day we die

Oh my darling' don't you cry

Silence on the other side

There was nowhere else to hide away

Silent in the bunker lights

Smoke was curling in her eyes, they say

© Chris LeRoy 2011 Published by New West Crash Music/ASCAP