Funeral for a Friend
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Pass the fists and I'm pacified
I can hear the dogs bark behind the house
Clean sheets and an empty head
Salt in the wound
All these bad ideas just wear me thin
Like an empty head
Like an empty bed
I don't feel anything
You don't mean anything
When there's nothing, regret nothing
Just a momentary lapse of judgement
I said something I should have kept to myself
And thought this over
I should think things over
Sometimes I feel buried beneath the skin
Beneath these bones
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever feel so alone
- Album:
- Chapter and Verse
- Conduit
- Between Order and Model [Remastered]
- Miscellaneous
- The Young & Defenceless (EP)
- Your History Is Mine: 2002-2009
- Memory And Humanity
- Hours
- Casually Dressed And Deep In Conversation
- Seven Ways To Scream Your Name (EP)
- Welcome Home Armageddon
- Roses for the Dead (Live at Islington Academy)
- Streetcar (Live at Islington Academy)
- Walk Away
- Roses for the Dead / Kiss and Makeup
- Roses for the Dead / 10.45 Amsterdam Conversations
- Roses For The Dead
- History (Radio Version)
- History
- Rock Ballads