In a Bad Place Songtext
von Ben Weasel

In a bad place. In a sick frame of mind. In a bad way and you′re no friend of mine. Started counting when she first saw the lightning flash. It's a sad thing, like a bitter little laugh. In a bad place she watched the sun rise again. It′s a bad break but we all have our cross to bear. That night she lost count long before the thunder crashed. It's a sad thing, like a bitter little laugh. Scars never fade; there just isn't time enough. Oh I′m so lonesome now; so broken I′ve had enough. I pray for a sign of love. I wait for a sign. How can the sun be so cold?