The Eternal / Joy Division

Procession moves on, the shouting is over  Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone  Talking aloud as they sit round their tables  Scattering flowers washed down by the rain  Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden  Watching them pass like clouds in the sky  Try to cry out in the heat of the moment  Possessed by a fury that burns from inside  Cry like a child, though these years make me older  With children my time is so wastefully spent  Burden to keep, though their inner communion  Accept like a curse an unlucky deal  Played by the gate at the foot of the garden  My view stretches out from the fence to the wall  No words could explain, no actions determine  Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall