Suicide Season
We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymoreThe days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty placesThe day you lost him, I slowly lost you tooFor when he died, he took a part of you
No time for farewells, no chances for goodbyesNo explanations, no fucking reasons whyI watched it eat you up, pieces fallen on the floorWe stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore
If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the wayI would climb my way to Heaven, and bring him back home againDon't give up hope my friend, this is not the end
We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymoreThe days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty placesThe day you lost him, I slowly lost you tooFor when he died, he took a part of you
Death is only a chapterSo let's rip out the pages of yesterdayDeath is only a horizonAnd I'm ready for my sun...I'm ready for my sun to...I'm ready for my sun...I'm ready for my sun to set
This is suicide season!
If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the wayWe would climb our way to Heaven, and bring him home againIf only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the wayWe would climb our way to Heaven, and bring him home again
If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the wayWe would climb our way to Heaven, and bring him home againWe would do anything to bring him back to youWe would do anything to end what you're going through
If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the wayI would climb my way to Heaven, and bring him home againI would do anything to bring him back to youBecause if you got him back, I would get back the friend that I once knew