The three of us sit broken, in disregard of the day, Throwing stones in water, as your father fades away. I say, “I’m here for the best, and when you’re falling apart.” You wouldn’t say we were blessed, like we thought from the start.
The night time does it’s talking, because we don’t have any words, I think we’re praying to God, but you say you feel unsure, so we’re asking,
“Is this all we need? I’m giving up on sleep, because all I get are bad dreams Is this all we need? I’m trying to believe that you’re listening to me, But everything’s not the way it seemed when we were sixteen.”
It’s him and two bad inches in a hospital bed. He’s mortal and unknowing, we’re calloused and misled. I say, “I’m here in the fire, until we turn back to dust.” I’m asking know to the God I always learned to trust,
“Is this all we need? I’m giving up on sleep, because all I get are bad dreams Is this all we need? I’m trying to believe that you’re listening to me, But everything’s not the way it seemed when we were sixteen.”
When we were sixteen
“Is this all we need? I’m giving up on sleep, because all I get are bad dreams Is this all we need? I’m trying to believe that you’re listening to me, But everything’s not the way it seemed when we were sixteen.”
Those last days we cherished, with the shortest breaths, I won’t lose your memory, though you were taken by death.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
