Lyrics

Kabira was an artist from the eastern part of town They found her in an alley with brushes scattered around It was her partner's fortune, a shame that's what it takes To make the buyer's market in the wake of a death A rhythm that's descending, a liquor pool deepening Seeing the point of ending, the cause was to create Ain't no night of another, so pronounced in style That could capture the glimmer, her light went on for miles No crowds gathered in the morning, but the thicket grasses soar The silence in the balance says, the artist has died