Текст песни
They don't call anymore
They don't knock on your door
They don't pour into your glass
They don't take you home
If you were here
We'd see you grow
If you were here
We'd scream at the show
Dead friends still alive
Dead friends still alive
Do you want to tell me that you don't miss your friends?
In the liver, through the lungs, within the blood
Perhaps their presence makes them seem alive
Not flesh or bones, in spirit, C'mon. Oh
If you were here
We'd love to see you grow
If you were here
We'd scream at the show
Dead friends still alive
Dead friends still alive
Do you want to tell me that you don't miss your friends?
In the liver, through the lungs, within the blood
Perhaps their presence makes them seem alive
Not flesh or bones, in spirit, C'mon
Blind, I will take your hand
Naked, he will wear your clothes
Dumb, she will scream for you
Alone, we will stand by you