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Cremation – Ashes to Ashes
Well, the coal black sea waits for me, me, me,
The coal black sea waits forever.
The waves hit the shore,
Crying more, more, more,
But the coal black sea waits forever.
The tornadoes come, up the coast they run,
Hurricanes rip the sky forever.
Through the weathers change,
The sea remains the same,
The coal black sea waits forever.
There are ashes spilt through collective guilt.
People rest at sea forever.
Since they burnt you up,
Collect you in a cup,
For you the coal black sea has no terror.
Will your ashes float like some foreign boat,
or will they sink absorbed forever?
Will the Atlantic Coast
Have its final boast?
Nothing else contained you ever.
Now the coal black sea waits for me, me, me,
The coal black sea waits forever.
When I leave this joint
At some further point,
The same coal black sea, will it be waiting?
Lou Reed