For the Departed Songtext
von Shayfer James
For the Departed Songtext
Just a moment, dear
I hear someone at the door
And the beating of a heart
That I hid beneath the floor
Or they′ve come for me, love
Save yourself
I am far beyond repair
They will bury me alive
But I'm not inclined to care
I am too far gone now, oh ohoho
So dry your eyes and count to ten
They′ll have me on the pyre by then
Forget the man I used to be
You'll move along more easily
A moment, dear
I hear someone in the hall
And this plundering of promises
We hung up on the wall
Or he's come for us, love
Save yourself, I am bitter to the bone
And I′m growing rather fond
Of the wandering alone
I am too far gone now, oh ohoho
So dry your eyes and count to ten
They′ll have me on the pyre by then
Forget the man I used to be
You'll move along more easily
Now I must finish what I started, oh-oh
I′ll write a symphony for the departed
And I have no time for second chances
So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances, oh
And so, the scene begins
Your cries become the wind
A desperate plea best left unheard
Then my contrived goodbye
A poet's pantomime
A drunken jester′s final words
Just a moment, dear
I hear someone at the door
And the beating of a heart
That I hid beneath the floor
Or they've come here for us, love
Now I must finish what I started, oh-oh
I′ll write a symphony for the departed
And I have no time for second chances
So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances
Oh, now I must finish what I started, oh-oh
I'll write a symphony for the departed
Oh, I have no time for second chances
So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances
So, dry your eyes and count to ten
They'll have me on the pyre by then
I hear someone at the door
And the beating of a heart
That I hid beneath the floor
Or they′ve come for me, love
Save yourself
I am far beyond repair
They will bury me alive
But I'm not inclined to care
I am too far gone now, oh ohoho
So dry your eyes and count to ten
They′ll have me on the pyre by then
Forget the man I used to be
You'll move along more easily
A moment, dear
I hear someone in the hall
And this plundering of promises
We hung up on the wall
Or he's come for us, love
Save yourself, I am bitter to the bone
And I′m growing rather fond
Of the wandering alone
I am too far gone now, oh ohoho
So dry your eyes and count to ten
They′ll have me on the pyre by then
Forget the man I used to be
You'll move along more easily
Now I must finish what I started, oh-oh
I′ll write a symphony for the departed
And I have no time for second chances
So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances, oh
And so, the scene begins
Your cries become the wind
A desperate plea best left unheard
Then my contrived goodbye
A poet's pantomime
A drunken jester′s final words
Just a moment, dear
I hear someone at the door
And the beating of a heart
That I hid beneath the floor
Or they've come here for us, love
Now I must finish what I started, oh-oh
I′ll write a symphony for the departed
And I have no time for second chances
So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances
Oh, now I must finish what I started, oh-oh
I'll write a symphony for the departed
Oh, I have no time for second chances
So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances
So, dry your eyes and count to ten
They'll have me on the pyre by then
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