Written by: Curt Klinghoffer

No elegance ever there was
Like sorrow
Balances the world upon each shoulder
Justified and dignified 
With sorrow
Holds me as an arrow
Flying upstream through the marrow
But hold on to tomorrow
You will be there
With sorrow
Sweet of sound and pure of taste
Perfume of life and afterlife
That is the truth,
The certainty
Of sorrow