歌词
A ship on the ocean brought
A hull full of empty things
10 barrels of useless thought
And 49 bottles of empathy
I've loaded my pack up with ashes
Taken my last drink of wine
Just tell me that some of this matters
And that these three years with you haven't been three years wasting my time
What have I to do with this hell?
When I've heard the good news but I still can't live with myself
What has this all come to?
Has the pointing of fingers stopped me from saying "I love you"
I've picked out my favorite casket
Divided my things equally
Now for swallowing the disappoinment
Just breathe in casually
What have I to do with this hell?
When I've heard the good news but I still can't live with myself
What has this all come to?
Has the pointing of fingers stopped me from saying "I love you"
God if you're listening
I've run out of words to sing
Have they ever meant anything?
Or was it just another tongue to speak?
What have I to do with this hell?
When I've heard the good news but I still can't live with myself
What has this all come to?
Has the pointing of fingers stopped me from saying "I love you"