Paroles:
Hope For The Dying In Loving Memory

wondering, guessing, when will we meet again Asking questions like how and why would He would let you die without me even there To say goodbye or apologize for

and string him up by the neck. Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp as the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last

all behind She had found the sails, for the following night The town, for her, was getting way too small She promised to be mine Forever, ...for that

Having a few Wishing that you were here Making the rounds Buying a round for total strangers Just being a fool 'Cause I keep hoping, hoping, hoping

and string him up by the neck Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp As the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last

for what he lacks, trapped, He can't imagine life without someone like that Chorus: We've rediscovered the long-lost art of dying Only to lonely resent angels for

I've lost myself It seems I've Shed my skin Oh, are you ready for me? Or purge my love Oh, are you ready for me? Yeah, 'cause I'm dying to feel What

say? I'm asking you, what you gonna do, boy? I'm asking you, what you gonna say? Looking at memories And the times we used to share (Memories) I know I still love

some days, even hope The light at the end of the world Burns bright for mile and mile Yet tends the man its golden glow In misery all the while For