(feltenberger)



life as we know it has come to an end

a suburban catastrophe

it's time to start mourning the death of a friend

who's standing in front of me



and I can't stop the hatred that wells up inside

as I look for a glimmer in his vacant eyes

and I can't do a damn thing 'cause I can't feel a damn thing

with a hole in my heart that's a thousand miles wide



'cause the smile has left his face

the portrait of happiness he can't retrace

gone is the love that once lived there

it's cold as a stone, cold as a stone



it's laid out before him with trembling hands

but the parts don't seem to fit

and the 34 winters haven't left him as cold

as this one conversation did



and I don't understand with eyes open wide

why you see love so clearly but it still leaves you blind

and I can't do a damn thing, 'cause I can't say a damn thing

and I can't stop this woman from pushing him aside



'cause the smile has left his face

the portrait of happiness he can't retrace

gone is the love that once lived there

it's cold as a stone, cold as a stone



life as we know it has come to an end

nothing can be the same