Текст песни
Pile on the funerals
There'll be many more yet to come
Glaring at the murals
And all the things left undone
I wish I cared
As much as you think I should
There's hope in the silence
In the love that burns through
Come on love (come on love)
Come on love (come on love)
Come on love (come on love)
Come on love, come on, come on love
It's hard to be a good man
When you're living day by day
Hard to give a damn
When you can barely find your own way
If I could break this mind I would babe
Build it up from scratch again
Weed out the weakness
Pour self love in its place
Come on love (come on love)
Come on love (come on love)
Come on love (come on love)
Come on love, come on, come on love
Come on love
(if I could break this mind I would babe)
Come on love
(if I could break this mind I would babe)
Come on love
(if I could break this mind I would babe)
Come on love, come on, come on love
If I could break this mind I would babe
Build it up from scratch again
Weed out the weakness
Pour self love in its place