Lyrics Cow - Rule 62, Tom Lord-Alge

Cow

Sorry, these stains are just the stains that come inside me
This box that you buy inside, you get the whole me
This change looks like pain when I wake up in the morning
The place where you used to be now looks so boring
Looking for what we squeeze the life out of with both hands
We all know there’s no guarantees in this land
She turns into the worst in you and I fall
Into the arms that are still just the arms of my best friend
And she says change is sacred,
I guess you know you changed my head,
I couldn’t fake it, I killed myself, now I am dead
I guess it’s understood
What I think is good for me can be no good
Now I know I believe
I do not need my eyes to really see
«Don't cry» she said, «life is sacred».