Like Zombies

It's early that I wake up And early to bed We live like zombies We sleep like the dead It's the patter of the rain On windowsills of gold And when it's cold, you're looking cold but we're We're looking cold Cold, we're looking cold It's the charade that we play When we don't know the name of the game Digging holes, nameless holes A nameless man, a nameless grave Cemetery gates A gale force wind, hark And when it's dark, you're looking dark but we're We're looking dark Dark, we're looking Hark now the angels sing goodnight And don't we feel alright In this cold morning light Hark now the angels sing goodnight And don't we feel like zombies Live to die again Footsteps down a hallway floor Whispers behind an open door You and I we realize we're just two halves Of something more Angels rise from the grave And start to flood this town You open up, you open up but we're We're closing down Down, we're closing down Down, down, down Hark now the angels sing goodnight And don't we feel alright In this cold morning light Hark now the angels sing goodnight And don't we feel like zombies Live to die again Hark now the angels sing goodnight And don't we feel alright In this cold morning light.