The Attic Songtext
von Throw Me Off the Bridge

Remembering is a hard feeling
I think it was slow tide
You had helped me to run my kite through the wind
I′ll miss you, but I understand your pain
So I persevered even in the rain

But your body is sick
And your mind is without hope
So you go upstairs to the attic
And you climb a chair to hang the rope


Remembering is a good feeling
I think we were so far
You offered me that guitar to play with
I'll miss you, but I understand your choice
I′ll always hear your voice

But your body is sick
And your mind is without hope
So you go upstairs to the attic
And you climb a chair to hang the rope

It seems that you had to bury yourself all alone
But you're a family member, more than anyone
Now your heart is in peace like a dove, and your neck is broken
So we all give our love, to bring you up to heaven