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When you've gone about things all wrong, |
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Bury them here, with a lifetime you would never regret |
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In savoring sleep, what do you mean I toss and turn everywhere? |
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I'll miss you when you're gone |
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In pretending that you meant the world to me |
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With that you'd call me a liar and in the making mistakes |
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You'll rest incomplete... |
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In graver mistakes (I'll be home) |
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Dear mom and dad, |
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I'll write you in this letter that states (I'll be moving on) |
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When the new day's begun, (new day's begun) |
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Forget your son when he's out on his own |
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When the hand reads seven-thirty |
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And your night begins to sink in the short but faster fall |
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In the anxious but calm retort to a mirror that frames your face |
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Baring the finest swell |
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When the day begins to break, |
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Like the tears that run across your cheek |
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Stand straight and imagine you then |
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In things and the way they could have been |
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When the thoughts they race across your chin |
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Here in the neverend |
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In graver mistakes (I'll be home) |
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Dear mom and dad, I'll write you in this letter that states (I'll be moving on) |
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When the new day's begun, (new day's begun) |
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Forget your son when he's out on his own |
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Point your gun in another direction |
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Now that you've cried yourself to sleep |
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Point your gun in another direction |
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Now that you've cried yourself to sleep |
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Here in there |
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After the fire |
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(Before the long walk home) |
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When he's found figuring, will he be home again? |
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(Signal loss and stereo) |
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With wide open windows will she be waiting for |
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(The sounds surround the overpass) |
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With severed arm placement when the day's dark, old and dead |
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(A dead man against you) |
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We'll write her a letter in long time passing by |
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In graver mistakes (I'll be home) |
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Dear mom and dad, |
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I'll write you in this letter that states (I'll be moving on) |
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When the new day's begun, (new day's begun) |
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Don't forget son when he's out on his own |
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Point your gun in another direction |
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Now that you've cried yourself to sleep |
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Point your gun in another direction |
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Now that you've cried yourself to sleep |
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Here and there |
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After the fire |
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After the fire |
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(To say, "I love you, and I'll be moving on...") |
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And I'll be bigger... |
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And I'll be bigger... |
