Happiest Lion
How I Go
I am all too awakeI'm all too awake, I amI've seen multitudes of men dry their lungs in last coughsIn a wooden pew, the concepts of our lives renewedFounded on faint memories or friends on different continentsBut we'd forgotten how to breatheGot too caught up in playing it coolWhen our fathers went, they carried, cold, themselves to the groundBut I, of obvious intent, will not refuse your hand to our graveAnd how our fathers were mistakenIn speaking of the good old daysThere were things we'd wanted to doWe went out and made it happenI'm prepared to die with youAnd if you're scared I'll make it better
From Letras Mania