Из альбома: Phantom Limb
On the day that I die
I will see everything
coming on slow
and the lies that I told
will come creeping
through my bedroom window
and the ones who have loved me
will suddenly feel something cold
cause my black black soul
tries vainly to rise and turn gold
I'll have no more excuses
for the way that I treated you
On the day that I die
I will sing every song that I know
with the words all the same
but the melodies have changed somehow
and the ones who have loved
will suddenly wearily know
they have wasted their time
they should never have
held me so close
I'll have no more excuses
for the way I treated you