Peter Lindsey - Relic Lyrics

Your panic call is growing weaker
Your aging voice is hoarse
Silly man, your ways are over
Born again, but way too late
Scream one last time, dear

We can almost smell it on you
Another stench, it clouds the way
It's dripping off you like grease
No foundation could mask it
Reach out to find
Nothing in sight

You're just a story that we used to tell
You're just a story that we used to tell

Have you figured out for whom the bell tolls?
That unknown feeling sinking in?
A sorry sack who's past his use
It's exile for you
Reach out to find
Nothing in sight
Take care, goodnight

You're just a story that we used to tell
You're just a story that we used to tell

Now it's gone away