- cifra
honey, your aging slow
you're just like a face i know
who took his own life in a fire
to warm his hands
to feel it right
it's only rain on your track
they only cry when they want you back
if you try dont pretend
you take the easy way out again
don't say you tried
you're all over the roadside
with the sun in your eyes
he seemed fine driving over
he finally cleared it from his mind
it's unkind
funny how the people gathered around you
fall like flies
don't be sad
it's all arranged
you're packed again
we won't be far behind
no need to hide
come right out and say it
it's your own lie
it ain't mine
don's say you tried
you're all over the roadside
with the sun in your eyes
