| Today your ghost
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| Suspended from my ceiling
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| Asked if I remembered Germany?
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| And that one club
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| Upstairs backstage in Gießen
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| We rolled coke joints that Bracco thought were weed
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| And when we told him quick
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| Before he took a hit
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| His eyes were wounded
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| Sick confusion, shock surrounded
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| «what the fuck guys are you kidding me?»
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| Lately I’ve
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| Been looking for a reason
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| Something clean that I could wrap around
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| An argument
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| For leavin' my apartment
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| To walk the world the way I feel it now
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| I wasn’t scared of death
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| Until it took my friend
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| I wasn’t ready
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| We’ve been planning, let’s make music
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| We both miss it and it’s been too long
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| And so the best I can do
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| Is write you a song
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| On the guitar you gave me
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| And try to make sense
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| Of the hole in the ground
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| That swallowed our future history
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| And to show up
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| Be present enough
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| For all of our friends, your family
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| And for myself, take care of myself
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| And since I heard that night
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| There’s been a hundred times
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| Were something happened
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| I’d like to call you, I don’t believe it
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| When I remember that I can’t and why
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| Goodbye |