You never liked dark limosines, sunday mornings or crowded scenes. nI fell in line between the roses beyond silent gates, it's like you to be late. nThe chill of winter digs deep within, you would have spared us the violins. nA trail of people from wayward places gather close, steal the air, all because you were there.nnYou should have seen us, there was laughter in every tear. nYou should have seen us. nLet the stories be told, you would have loved to be this loved.nnOne family member started to sing. nSoon all the others joined in. nA song you sang when you were down nabout holding up the ground, giving in to the sound of life.nnYou should have seen us, there was laughter in every tear. nYou should have seen us. nLet the stories be told, you would have loved to be this loved.