xxx's drowning
in a puddle by the steam
no part to his songs tonight
no sweeten of his dreams
she told him that it was over
Sunny day it's the end
teardrops playing like leiken
to the roses beneath those sands
So blow out the candles
I won't be home tonight
No bed will want my bones
no arms will hold me tight
I will lay down by the river
on a pillow made of stones
and if tomorrow comes
then I may be home
curse your luck
curse this hideous thing call fate
she said all the friends I've ever loved
I always grow to hate
She told him that it was over
Sunday it hits the bricks
it's all just an illusion
a black magician's trick
So blow out the candles
I won't be home tonight
No bed will want my bones
no arms will hold me tight
I will lay down by the river
on a pillow made of stones
and if tomorrow comes
then I may be home
So blow out the candles
I won't be home tonight
No bed will want my bones
no arms will hold me tight
I will lay down by the river
on a pillow made of stones
and if tomorrow comes
then I may be home