Silence by death in the grave.
William Butler Yeats couldn't save.
Why did you stand here?
Were you sickened in time?
But I know by now,
Why did you sit here in the grave?
In the grave.
In the grave.
In the grave.

"Why should I blame her,
That she filled my days
With misery, or that she
would of late, Have taught
to ignorant men most violent
ways, Or hurled the little
streets upon the great,
Had they but courage
Equal to desire."

Sad that Maud Gonne couldn't stay,
But she had Mac Bride anyway.
And you sit here with me
On the island that's free
And you're writing down everything.

But I know by now,
Why did you sit here in the grave?
In the grave.
In the grave.
In the grave.

"Why should I blame her,
Had they but courage equal to desire."
William Butler...