Besedila: John Schrader. Blood In The Wood. Pill.

I fall down while it falls over me now
A bright light is something you won?t see in this town

There?s something about the way she walks with her head hung low
Not a one of us can feel the things that she knows

It?s such a shame that she cries when the sun shines bright
Strangely enough it looks a little cleaner at night

Do you mean the things you say to make you tall
And there you sit by the phone waiting for the call

I can wipe this on my sleeve ?cause it?s only make believe
Is this a dream I won?t achieve - ?cause it?s all just make believe - I know

I want to see her shine so bad that it kills
It makes me look a little longer at that bottle of pills

I wake up in a sweat that doesn?t go away
I?m in a state of disrepair and decay

(Thanks to Jason for these lyrics)