John Coffey Style

[Verse 1]
When you're walking through the field of roses
At the funeral for a friend
Would you like to sit and count the roses
Or would you rather count the dead
Now you're standing in line to wave your final goodbye
Behind your great uncle Jack
It's the whispers, the perfume and the spearmint gum
When you think you're just about to crack

[Chorus]
You take it back
You take it back
You take it back
You take it back

[Verse 2]
Now everywhere you look for miles and miles
The marble reflects the sun
Yeah the dirts in the sky but the snows on the ground
You know it's only just begun
Now you're standing in a sea of pretty pretty girls
But you've only got eyes for the past
The clock stops moving and it patiently waits
But time moves too damn fast

[Chorus]
You take it back
You take it back
Yeah, yeah, take it back
Just take it back

[Outro]
Now you're wondering through the realm of opportunity lost
In the desert and you're looking for water
I'd rather get on my knees and count the grains of sand
In the death of John Coffey's daughter