Our friends all dressed so smartly This feels oddly, so wrong A wood box held aloft Those guys must be so strong J's voice sounding so grave Tells me out straight "He's gone"
That's all A short phone call It's over now Tie your conscience down With heavy heads and frowns
Running up the walls Sick, stressed and all regretful Of what life could have been Tired, stretched and thin Keep it in
You're rolling off the rails Light signal fails Amber's tail Of compensation claims Screeching breaks and Loud crashing sounds
It's over now Tie your conscience down With heavy heads and frowns
Our friends all dressed so smartly This feel oddly, so wrong A wood box held aloft Those guys must be so strong J's voice sounding so grave Tells me out straight "He's gone"
So I'll try to move on But he's helped shape The man that I am now