pistol shots and lights at dawn

and one fine day you'll find her gone

all the ghosts they come for me

make her cry a little and cover them up

broken clocks and bathroom tides

but one fine day old mountains rise

cupboard doors and garden gates

and deep inside some glacier waits

and what in the world did i do then

its only late for a while

its only scent your skin

what in the world do i do to resist

its only seventy inches and where do i go



i know nothing is changing but its gone

its really gone



i know its not really life till its gone wrong

there must be a reason



all the lives that i forgot

and one fine day you'll find her gone

all the nights they run from me

make her sigh a little and gather them in



and what in the world do i do then

its only late for a while

its only breath on your skin

and what in the world do i do to be strong

its only seventy inches and where do i go



i know nothing is changing

but its gone its really gone

i know its not really life till its all gone

and there must be a reason

there must be a reason