April
Saturday 20 June 2009 photo 2/2
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With bloodshot eyes,
I watch you sleeping,
The warmth i feel beside me,
Is slowly fading,
Would she hear me,
If i called her name,
Would she hold me,
If she knew my shame.
Theres always something different going wrong,
The path i walks in the wrong direction,
Theres always someone, hanging on,
Can't anybody help me make it better.
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me,
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home.
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me,
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home.
(Solo)
Would she hear me,
If i called her name,
Would she hold me,
If she knew my shame.
Theres always something different going wrong,
The path i walks in the wrong direction,
Theres always someone, hanging on,
Can't anybody help me make it better.
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me,
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home.
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me,
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home.
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me,
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home.
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me,
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home.
I watch you sleeping,
The warmth i feel beside me,
Is slowly fading,
Would she hear me,
If i called her name,
Would she hold me,
If she knew my shame.
Theres always something different going wrong,
The path i walks in the wrong direction,
Theres always someone, hanging on,
Can't anybody help me make it better.
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me,
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home.
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me,
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home.
(Solo)
Would she hear me,
If i called her name,
Would she hold me,
If she knew my shame.
Theres always something different going wrong,
The path i walks in the wrong direction,
Theres always someone, hanging on,
Can't anybody help me make it better.
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me,
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home.
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me,
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home.
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me,
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home.
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me,
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home.
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