Woorden: Classic Crime (The). The Silver Cord. R & R.

Sick with regret, you sputter out
Your flames followed in doubt
Light the cigarette, in take a breathe
The smoke inflates your chest
And thins your blood
So you bleed less, inside
Left with the mess that came about
When you chose to live without
On foreign shores, your fighter died
Life?s thrown before your eyes
And leaves its toll
On your callused empty soul

How long, how long will we be desperately alone?
How long, how long

How long, how long will we have to pay for what we?ve done?
How long, how long

What we would give to feel alive
Through the broken muffled cry
The anchor lost, and so are mine
We fall victims to the tide
I?m free to dance
I?m free to die and
My times now

How long, how long will we be desperately alone?
How long, how long

How long, how long will we have to pay for what we?ve done?
How long, how long.

Sick with regret, you sputter out.


(Thanks to Nicole for these lyrics)