There's a grief
That can't be
Spoken
There's a pain
Goes on and on
Empty chairs
At empty tables
Now my friends
Are dead and gone
Here they talked of
Revolution
Here it was
They lit the flame
Here they sang
About tomorrow
And tomorrow
Never came
From the table
In the corner
They could see
Her world reborn
And they rose
With voices ringing
And I can hear
Them now
The very ones
That they have sung
Became at last
Communion
On a lonely
Barracade
At dawn
Oh my friends
My friends
Forgive me
That I live
And you are gone
There's a grief
That can't be
Spoken
There's a pain
Goes on and on
Phantom faces
At the window
Phantom shadows
On the floor
Empty chairs
At empty tables
Where my friends
Will meet no more
Oh my friends
My friends
Don't ask me
What your sacrifice
Was for
Empty chairs at
Empty tables
Where my friends
Will sing no more