A Widow`s Toast Lyrics

A Widow`s Toast lyrics

Specters move like pilot flames

Their widow’s toast

It's
Saint-Angel

Better times collide with now

The tears were warm

I feel them still

Their heat to vapor and disperse

And cloud our
eyes with weary glaze



You raise your glass and may exclaim

"I’ll put my hands on the truth, by God!"

But it’s faster, love, than
you and me

Faster than the speed of gravity 

That's how it catches
you from falling

And how it always, always, always slips away



Specters move like pilot flames

Their widow’s toast

It's
Saint-Angel

And better times collide with now

And better times

And better times are coming still