Read moreThe graveyard’s full,
We’re running out of earth.
But we can use the bones,
To build another church.
Thick walls made of men,
Whose souls have come and went.
Read moreThe graveyard’s full,
We’re running out of earth.
But we can use the bones,
To build another church.
Thick walls made of men,
Whose souls have come and went.