I'm cold in this country,
People look, but unfriendly,
Stars glitter like diamonds,
The shadows ain't talking and the
I remember these rooms like
Memory plays tricks, it's too full of cracks
Time is now what it once used to be
It tugs at my back where used to face me
I dream of a mother whose ashes I want
I dream of a father not part of his life
I think of a brother whose faith I could find I
dream of a child growing out of my sight
What is more empty than the
What ocean is wider than that?
So distance more sadder than sand
What could be sadder than
on the books on the shelf
The garden is waiting for somebody else
They're pictures of time,
I know a hotel where they
Where alone we'll be inside,
cause alone our days will last
I dream of a mother whose ashes are white, I dream of a father now part of the light,
I think of a brother who'd faithfully confide, I dream of a child growing out of my sight.
What ocean is wider than that?
It's a distance more sad than sin
What could be sadder than that?
I look at the river, frozen and black
I look at the sky, crimson and red
It's cold in this country,
People look but aren't friendly,
Stars glitter like diamonds,
The shadows ain't talking,
I dream of a mother whose ashes are white. I dream of a father now part of the light. I
think of a brother whose faith I could fight. I dream of a child growing out of my sight.
What is more empty than the
What ocean is wider than that?
It's a distance more sadder than sad
What could be sadder than that?