Whosoever Graying
(Frantz/McGee) Trees on the hills, the sun in the sky The wind at the back is turning my head Coins in the pool, the check's in the mail I'd laugh if I could, but I'm already dead The Word's on my lips but my joke is too old I hear a deafening roar from under my bed I lost that feeling in my room In that mess, in that mess You should clean that knife off when you're through And wipe that blood off of your dress Lights in the dark, lights in my mind The funny thing is I'm enjoying the pain The fault of the world, the fault of my own The fault of the one who started this game Not funny to live, not funny to die Not funny to have this horrible stain I lost that feeling in my room In that mess, in that mess You should clean that knife off when you're through And wipe that blood off of your dress Never thought I'd love Never thought I'd die Never thought because of you I'd ever cry Never thought I'd live Never thought I'd try Never thought I'd see myself In a graying blue and white sky
