Mansions from Quietly by NTVTY

They say that when we die there’s a place prepared for me
A mansion on a hillside on a golden street
But will it take the place of all I’ve lost
Or will I not even be able to remember it?

They say that when we die our bodies decompose
My flesh becomes the food for every flower that grows
But if a flower I feed should break the ground
Will there be a part of me there that the world would recognize?

They say that when we die there’s no husbands or wives
We’ll all be as one there in the after life
But if your new eyes should catch a glimpse of mine
Will there be a part of you inside that I could recognize?

• Folk
• ambient folk
• ethereal
• indie folk
• post folk
• South Bend