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Funeral For A Friend
Tales Don't Tell Themselves
It come from nothing,
But there was always something,
The way the sky burned brighter,
And the nights grew darker,
I'll hold everyone that i hold dearest,
To my heart,
And i wont forget them,
I wont forget them,
Fading, Always fading,
And i never needed more,
Waiting, Always waiting,
Scraped across the wooden floor,
The passing time reaches out,
And covers me, with images,
With everyone,
That i know,
Or ever had to see,
And i wont forget them,
And i wont forget them,
Fading, Always fading,
And i never needed more,
Waiting, Always waiting,
Scraped across the wooden floor,
When a day is done,
Another setting sun is dead,
When the day is done,
Another setting sun is dead,
Waiting, Always waiting
Scraped across the wooden floor,
Scraped across the wooden floor,
When will you be coming home,
Scraped across the wooden floor,
When will you be coming home,
Scraped across the wooden floor,
When will you be coming home,
Scraped across the wooden floor.
- Album:
- Chapter and Verse
- Conduit
- Between Order and Model [Remastered]
- Miscellaneous
- The Young & Defenceless (EP)
- Your History Is Mine: 2002-2009
- Memory And Humanity
- Hours
- Casually Dressed And Deep In Conversation
- Seven Ways To Scream Your Name (EP)
- Welcome Home Armageddon
- Roses for the Dead (Live at Islington Academy)
- Streetcar (Live at Islington Academy)
- Walk Away
- Roses for the Dead / Kiss and Makeup
- Roses for the Dead / 10.45 Amsterdam Conversations
- Roses For The Dead
- History (Radio Version)
- History
- Rock Ballads