Letras
Despite the passage of time and an agreement to forget
Still sitting on secrets and opening graves
Despite the passage of time
Plucked from the air, it's hard when you fall
Songs of the past, you're not singing anymore
You said it was easy, no questions at all
Songs of the past, you're not singing anymore
Streets I walked down, bars, and hotels
The day may never come, you can't please everyone
The streets I walked down
Can you tell us about what happened here?
Tell us how you slayed the beast
The wind blows in from off the sea as we prepare the feast
She wears black clothes and holds a carnation
For 82 years she has been waiting, she wears black clothes