
Date of issue: 22.06.2009
Song language: English
It's No Wonder Why |
I remember your hands at the funeral home |
So cold and vacant |
Just like your face as you laid there alone |
And the caretaker tried, he tried so hard |
You were covered in cover up |
I stood at the foot of your casket and thought |
It’s no wonder why she retreated |
Just like the veins in your arms |
In fear of forming more scar tissue and puncture wounds |
Is it sad to say the things that I remember |
The most are your blacked our phone calls? |
Oh, how you gave up your life, your kids and your wife |
All for the needles and pills that you needed so much |
It’s alright it’s okay, we’re better off this way |
It’s no wonder why I remember your hands at the funeral home |
So cold and vacant |
Just like the shadows where you lived alone |
It’s no wonder why I wasn’t surprised |
When the coroner called three weeks later |
And told us you overdosed on methadone |
It’s no wonder why |
Name | Year |
---|---|
I Am Only an Island | 2009 |
The Art of Transparency | 2009 |
No Face In the Crowd | 2009 |
Splinters | 2009 |
Death By Fire | 2009 |
Eleven, Seventeen | 2009 |
You Leave | 2009 |
Big Blue | 2009 |
For the Sake of Skin | 2009 |
My Father, the Fatalist | 2009 |