Farewell Songtext

von One Dead Three Wounded

He said, "I'm sorry for a sad farewell."
My heart is weak;
It sways between [2x]
The cynical and proud.
I have to turn my back on you and all of this.
I have to turn my back on this

This was a daytime promise
And the sunlight bids adieu.
Through virgin screams
And guitar strings
We bore the loudest son.
His day has yet to come.

Screaming idly has never been my thing
Or sweating for fruit that labor does not bring. This is all for you my dear
Cynical son,
The man who lit the match
That burnt the whole world down. 2x
The man who lit the match
That burnt the whole world down.

Farewell,
To that basement noise
The virgin games of girls and boys.
Farewell,
To that basement noise
Farewell,
Five men stand at the end of a long hard road
Facing a land
Where young hearts rule old heads,
"farewell" we said,
As our feet wrap around the edge.
Dear Friend, "I'll count my blessings
When we hit the ground."