[graizur]

Harrod and Funck

"39"

I don't want to ask you why you did it, I already know.
I wanted to ask you to take me with you when you go.
It seemed so strange, it seemed so clean and effortless...
Life is mess. Life is a mess.

I don't want to ask you why you did it, I know why.
I have seen that silver ghost hang in the sky.
All that hope in shining ice and ancient dust...
Life is a bust. Life is a bust.

Stranger, come home.

I wanted to ask you what it's like now that you're there.
Do you feel the cooling hand on your forehead?
Are you breath or are you light? Are you dressed in clothes of white?
Or were you swallowed by the night?
I hope you're all right. I hope you're all right.

Stranger, come home.