Walking underneath a bridge, one he should've recognized He saw bridges crumbling in the darkening skies And although a thousand memories had passed in the streams Tears streamed as he remembered Caroline
He worked on cars, she left in one He'd internalized what his lust had done He left his job when he found out she had died But they weren't done He loved the craft, what he worked for Then every tire screech only made him miss her more He left his job, he left his house Build a fire along the riverside A fire along the riverside
Walking back to his sleeping bag, one not so warm anymore The night sky stars feel down into his freezing hand What little warmth they could provide could not erase the time he'd died inside He put out his fire in tribute to Caroline
He worked on cars, she left in one He'd internalized what his lust had done He left his job when he found out she had died But they weren't done He loved the craft, what he worked for Then every tire screech only made him miss her more He left his job, he left his house Build a fire along the riverside A fire along the riverside
He dreams of her, if he dreams at all But dreaming in blackness is hardest of all Nothing worse than being awake when the stars have gone to bed And she infests his head She infests his head She infests his head
A version of the ages, for the ages Holding on to the bars of past cages Looking out, as death looks in A version of the ages, for the ages Holding on to the bars of past cages Looking out, as death looks in A version of the ages, for the ages Holding on to the bars of past cages Looking out, as death looks in A version of the ages, for the ages Holding on to the bars of past cages Looking out, as death looks inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
