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Day he died |
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dear son, daddy's never coming back home |
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he's passed on, claim him as one of your own |
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my mind's numb, nothing has been clearer than this |
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they found him on the rug at the golden gate inn |
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and i know, papa never intended for this |
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to drag me, down into this bottomless pit |
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i've been given just about all i can chew |
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i think back on love's empty truth, |
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and i feel like the day he died |
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i feel like the day he died |
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walked in, cops talking standing around |
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i kneeled down, his body lying there on the ground |
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i begged please please let me get a minute with him |
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and they said, don't touch anything kid |
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it smelt like life just exit the room |
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I cried to the shell of a man I once knew |
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my head's spinning way, out of control |
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i can't believe its been three long, years ago |
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and i feel like the day he died |
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i feel like the day he died |
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-solo- |
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and i feel like the day he died |
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i feel like the day |
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and i feel like the day he died |
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i feel like the day |
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dear son, daddy's never coming back home |
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i've gone wrong, wish i had the strength to live on |
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i cant breathe, is there any air left in here |
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i can't believe, everything i hold disappears |
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it's gone on, time and time again i'm alone |
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and dear son, daddys never coming back home |
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and i feel like the day he died |
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and i feel like the day he died |
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and i feel like the day he died |
