Death, another waste of plans I'm shaking, I can't stop my hands I'm writing words but I still lost my voice Shoved in the back room with old friends, we had no choice I never thought I'd see you here
I don't have clothes like days like these I never thought they'd come to me But I'm still here It wasn't hell that turned you black The ashes did when you got back I'm sorry
The same six at all the shows But now that its a funeral The room has overflowed So good of you to finally show support when the admissions free And the congregation shows their gratitude
I don't have clothes like days like these I never thought they'd come to me But I'm still here It wasn't hell that turned you black The ashes did when you got back I'm sorry
Would you have said what Father said you'd say? Is it hard to set words straight once you're away They made you speak out of your lifeless mouth I read words you wrote when you were around You'd want to be a tree strong in the ground And you would have said, Keep looking where your eyes are looking now Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
