You don't worry about tomorrow anymore, Cause you're dead. Does anything still echo? Is there any trace left? I know she still remembers, she sleeps with Your picture by her bed They shaved your face and Washed your hair clean You were wearing the jacket that I met you in
How could I not have guessed? She would fall in love with the first boy She kissed in a casket God damn it God damn I miss my dead friend I miss my dead friend
We lowered your body into The hard Oklahoma ground John Paul Allison, the orphan boy pope Now she waits for you to haunt her She sleeps with your ghost at night in bed When you died you were only 26 The most real person that I've ever met
How could I not have guessed? She would fall in love with the first boy She kissed in a casket God damn it God damn I miss my dead friend I miss my dead friend
Your cold dead hands Your cold dead lips Your cold dead heart Your cold dead kiss
How could I not have guessed? She would fall in love with the first boy She kissed in a casket God damn it God damn I miss my dead friendTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
