Sun-Less Songtext
von Funeral for a Friend

Broken hands, so Sans Soleil
It lights my way through these
Empty streets at night
The dragging heels, the cold air stabs me
Like a needle running with this thread

Scissors cut me dead and gone
Living like the blade I carry
I never thought of you
Living all alone
Scissors cut me dead, I never felt
Like anyone could ever be so far
So far from home


The day begins
When the music ends
It′s days like these
That I wish I was somewhere else
And I can't forget my own name
Replace it with a voice that carries on

Scissors cut me dead and gone
Living like the blade I carry
I never thought of you
Living all alone
Scissors cut me dead, I never felt
Like anyone could ever be so far
So far from home

So far from home
So, so far