Funeral For A Friend
Old Hymns
We're sinking, sinking into the stone.
We're drinking, drinking our way to hell.
There's nothing we can do to save the skin on our backs again.
So I'll just sit back and just pretend that it's all better.
When I'm sinking deeper and deeper into the cracks.
Stop thinking. Stop making sense.
You're thinking, thinking what the fuck happened to me.
You're working, working yourself into a mess.
There's nothing you can do to save yourself from caving in.
So I'll just sit back and just pretend that it's all better.
When I'm sinking deeper and deeper into the cracks.
Stop thinking. Stop making sense to me.
I used to mean something to you,
But now I'm tired and alone.
I used to mean something to you,
Locked out and left here in the cold.
We're drinking, drinking our way to hell.
There's nothing we can do to save the skin on our backs again.
So I'll just sit back and just pretend that it's all better.
When I'm sinking deeper and deeper into the cracks.
Stop thinking. Stop making sense.
You're thinking, thinking what the fuck happened to me.
You're working, working yourself into a mess.
There's nothing you can do to save yourself from caving in.
So I'll just sit back and just pretend that it's all better.
When I'm sinking deeper and deeper into the cracks.
Stop thinking. Stop making sense to me.
I used to mean something to you,
But now I'm tired and alone.
I used to mean something to you,
Locked out and left here in the cold.
