1904 Songtext
von Benjamin Francis Leftwich

All of our friends survived
When a plane crashed their minds
And in 1904 I found
Some real, real strength of my ground
(Ooh, ooh)

You look at me with your old, old eyes
That you used to
Look at your god in your old, old way
Have you lost your way?
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh


All of our thoughts collide
When our hearts smashed inside
And in that place I saw
The cold, dark diamond
On the cold, dark floor
(Ooh, ooh)

You looked at me with your old, old eyes
That you used to
Look at your god in your old, old way
Lost your way
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh