The curtains are closed
How can you sleep through this?
You've been in the eye of the storm, then out again
You said to me
You said it years ago - that the longest
Day of your life was already over & gone
But now in this deserted house, maybe you'll take that back
Maybe you'll ride on my back
The man in white coat spoke in code and said
"I know that smell. It's more likely to come from
The likes of you - I've been in your neighborhood..."
Oh, had I been older, had I known what he meant,
I would not have been quiet
I would've ripped his heart out the chest
And shoved it down his throat again
But I sat still
And I held your hand...
Once again, I've come to think of the days back then
There's spring in the air and I hear you're giving up breathing
It's a five minute- ride to your house and still I never go there
Every day steals a day from your life and adds another gray hair
And I will be right here
Until it's over
Then I will miss you...