Woorden: Anchor Arms. Cold Blooded. Black Water.

We are the unsuspecting victims of circumstance.
And we tried to hold you up when your weakness could barely stand.
I tried to accept this funeral as something I could bear.
You've gone up in smoke and whiskey, a victim of everything.
I look at you now, it's getting hard to breathe.
I watch as time rolls right through you and me.
From the bottom of my heart, my God I miss you very hopelessly tonight.
I'd walk right through these walls for a second with you,
a pack of smokes and me tonight