Dead man in the Closet

The sun sweeps with broad brushes today
It's lighter than blue and thicker than rain
The sun sweeps with broad brushes today
It's darker than red sweeter than pain
The sun sweeps with bruised brushes today
And there's a dead man in the closet

The sky smiles cloaked in white flowing robes
On pastures of green we have built our abode
The sky smiles dressed in raiment of gold
I can see from the hill where the wild River flows
The sky smiles clothed in scattered clouds
And thеre's a dead man in the closеt

CHOR:
Oh won't you come down here and sway into the lights pale shaft
Cause the pre-corpse club's open tonight

The wind sings with a deep soothing sound
We must make our love growhatred grows on its own
The wind sings in a dark softened sound
We don't have to let go and not care where we're bound
The wind sings with a whispering sounds
And there's a dead man in the closet

The sun sweeps with broad brushes today
And there's a dead man in the closet