old hymns

Funeral For A Friend

We're sinking, sinking into the stone
We're drinking, drinking our way to hell.
There's nothing we can do to save the skin on our backs again.

So I'll just sit back
and weââ?¬â?¢ll just pretend that it's all better.
When I'm sinking deeper and deeper into the cracks.

Stop thinking, start making sense.

You're thinking, thinking what the fuck happened to me.
You're working, working yourself into a mess.
There's nothing you can do to save yourself from caving in.

So I'll just sit back
and weââ?¬â?¢ll just pretend that it's all better.
When I'm sinking deeper and deeper into the cracks.

Stop thinking, stop making sense (to me).

I used to mean something to you,
But now I'm tired and alone.
I used to mean something to you,
Locked out and left here in the cold.

I used to mean something to you,
But now I'm tired and alone.
I used to mean something to you,
Locked out and left here in the cold.