Tom Waits, uno degli ultimi poeti della musica :

Someday the silver moon and I
Will go to dreamland.
I will close my eyes
And wake up there in dreamland
But tell me who will put flowers
On a flower's grave?
Who will say a prayer?

Will I meet a China rose there in dreamland?
Or does love lie bleeding in dreamland?
Are these days gone forever and always?

If we are to die tonight
Is there moonlight up ahead?
And if we are to die tonight,
Another rose will bloom
For a faded rose.
Will I be the one that you save?
I love it when it showers,
But no one puts flowers
On a flower's grave.

As one rose blooms another will die
It's always been that way.
I remember the showers,
But no one puts flowers
On a flower's grave.

If we are to die tonight
Is there moonlight up ahead?
I remember the showers,
But no one puts flowers
On a flower's grave,