...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead Something Like This
Cold lessons of a season's frown like something in the wind
Took the kinder words out of my mouth and left me with the rage
Left me with the rage, left me with the rage
But I think those words went something like this
And I'm sure the chords went something like this
I don't know if I can sing them like I did before
Or if I can feel them anymore
The warm days that I thought would always abound slowly turned to grey
Those fair seasons that I thought would keep tumbling out no longer came to be
The hardest truths to learn are the ones that cannot remain
The darkest thought is that the ones who we can't live without, we'll never see again, no
But I know that voice felt something like this
And the thought of her was something like bliss
And I'm not sure if I had ever felt that way before
Or if I'll ever feel it anymore
But I think those words went something like this
And the thought of her was something like bliss
And I'm not sure if I had ever felt that way before
Or if I'll ever feel it anymore
