The cold has past the sun, it's shining.
We're digging holes,
My friends just called back home,
lost themselves in a America,
found
All goodbyes disappeared,
when I first set my eyes on you,
I
On my hands, sitting on half a chance,
waiting for good
You found a home inside a heart
And lost it all
She sits at table number thirty-five,
the only one of us
You got your shirt on but you still feel cold
This is the end, my friend,
the end, my friend,
It's entertainment, and it takes you away,
into the fire, into
Hey, there's a little light and shade.
Broken promises were made
I came to kiss your broken bones,
another kill 'cause you're
What's wrong? It don't feel the same anymore.
How long will