Thomas Dybdahl Excuse Me Brother
Solitary brother
Though the days are long gone
I still hear you calling
Your song ringing in my head
Your rebel spirit led you
Through the darkest alleys
Down the deepest valleys
But still you will remain
A buzzing fly
A sad and happy fool whose songs will not die
Your last words were humble
Echoes from a rumble
So clear within you
Like a bullet fired through
The hardest part
Always was, is and always will be
Your darkest dream
You're everything
No fool ever sounded this good, Brother
