It was April the tenth I remember it well It was so cold that year It was colder than hell
Things haven't been good For you, for a while Because I'd been on tour I hadn't heard
And you've dropped in With the letter you wrote And I read it aloud To prove that I could
And we were both laughing Cause we know how you are We never thought Your quitting was good
We thought that we knew you And I guess that we don't Are you heavenly or just like the past?
We called you "the black penny" Remember that?
The sea is wide The streets are long And there's blood on all our hands With the catalyst gone
And only what's left to us Is history built on dust I was sweating on poet's words Great nations and governments
Sweet lies and victories Eager and keen to please those good keys are everywhere with their thousand-yard stare
We all end up the same Like little lambs to meet their end Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
