Wooden Sky (The)
Angst for the Memories (This Town Will Die)
It's been a long time in the runningBut I knew it'd come to thisWhere instead of finding things to missI'm willing this insteadSo I gathered up your lettersAnd trekked up to the beachAnd when the smoke had turned to ashesI swear I heard them speakThey said "A rambling man don't stutterover things he'd often miss, so darling pull yourself together'cause god knows we all wish that this town would die."So I got my things together and laid them at your feetBut the smiling coals had long since blown and again I faced defeatBut a rambling man don't stutter over memories that he's madeSo I put my hands together and I wondered what it'd takeFor this town to dieSince then I've often wonderedWhat could and might have beenHad I seen the need to fan the flames instead of having it condemnedBut a rambling man don't stutter so I killed them flames with sandand the boot print I left on the beach in the night Took the moonlight but it read"Darling don't be so dramatic, hell you knew this day would comeOn a lonely night in Septemberuntil the hour brought the sun to watch it die."This town will die.
From Letras Mania