Johnny Truant
Fog Lights
A man lays brokenTorn by the crows and the kings of the streets on every lonely cornerPecking the shoulders, of the barely breathingA passer-by stops and staresBurning their already frozen flesh like the stare from the last dog that licked their fingersEyes glazeSearching for heaven through the shallow depths of despairSearching for heaven through the shallow depths of despairWe're lostWe're lostLostFather I've failed youOh, mother I trusted youIn seventeen hours there will be no more flowers left for usNo trees to talk toNo soil to hide my secretsThey'll come dragging their swords by their feet till they blister and burnI'll pull out the strands of my hairAnd weave them in to ropesTo climb away from this darknessWhere is heaven!? [x12]
From Letras Mania