Lyrics Home for Grave, Pt. ll - The Devil Wears Prada

By the time she heard the news, the funeral had taken place
But still the sadness transcended across a dozen states
She wished the trees weren't so still
"Oh Anna, my dear!" she could nearly hear him
His words, sincere, the last time they'd spoken
Those moments in Indiana felt like yesterday
And that crash in Atlanta would always resonate
She wished the trees weren't so still
As if the pines could weep with her
"Oh Anna, my dear!" she could nearly hear him
His words, sincere, the last time they'd spoken
In the forests of Oregon her breath grew shallow
The air was fractured in the morning storm
And Anna's world felt hollow
She wished the trees weren't so still
As if the pines could weep with her
"Oh Anna, my dear!" she could nearly hear him
His words, sincere, the last time they'd spoken
Move along now, you're next
This line won't wait for us
Like Ian, soon Anna, we will all fail the test
Move along now, you're next
This line won't wait for us
"Oh Anna, my dear!" she could nearly hear him
His words, sincere, keep us all heartbroken