歌词:
Our friends all dressed so smartly
this feels oddly, so wrong.
A wood box held aloft
those guys must be so strong.
J's voice sounding so grave
tells me out straight
"He's gone"
That's all,
a short phone call,
it's over now.
Tie your conscience down
with heavy heads and frowns.
Running up the walls.
Sick, stressed and all regretful
of what life could have been.
Tired, stretched and thin.
Keep it in
You're rolling off the rails.
Light signal fails.
Amber's tail;
of compensation claims,
screeching breaks and
loud crashing sounds.
it's over now.
Tie your conscience down
with heavy heads and frowns.
Our friends all dressed so smartly
this feel oddly, so wrong.
A wood box held aloft
those guys must be so strong.
J's voice sounding so grave
tells me out straight
"He's gone"
So I'll try to move on
but he's helped shape
the man that I am now
