Sing To Me

Happy tears fade fast

Sad tears tend to last

You’ve got your blood-stained heart

In your nicotine-stained hands

And your twenty-nine years

Did not help you pass

Oh, the roadkill, cheap thrill

Obstacle filled path

White lies, black dress

Brightest of darkness

You close your tearstained eyes

To your silver lined madness

After twenty-nine years

You might want to confess

That we have made

A fucked-up place

That I can not erase

Sing to me

White lies, black heart

Tearing us apart

You breathe the frost-filled air

From my lungs to your lungs

After twenty-nine years

How much more to come?

Now, we have made

A fucked-up place

That I can not erase

Sing to me

Happy tears fade fast

Sad tears tend to last

You’ve got a sad, sad song

And it’s stuck in your aching head

And your twenty-nine years

Did not teach you that

Changing melodies

Will change your destiny at last

Now, we have made

A fucked-up place

We’re trying to erase

Erase