Из альбома: Close Your Eyes, You're Invisible

I'm just singing a song
about death and glory
I feel tired and alone

Try to keep my heart warm and free
and my soul is feeling lonley
as much as could be
my eyes are now tired of sleeping
even i feel too tired to be

and i won't goto Heaven
and i hope i won't goto hell
But i should be six feet under
and green grass i could tell

The Sky will never be blue again
the clouds wont the fields
the crows are now flying
the last mail is to be sealed
as i warm my hands feel empty
and my back is full of wings
and the load
im lonley
and my soul is driven by the wind

and i wont goto heaven
and i hope i wont goto hell
but i should be six feet under
and green grass i could tell

and i wont goto heaven
and i hope i wont goto hell
but i should be six feet under
and the green grass i could tell
and the green grass i could tell

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