Songtexte Bring Out Your Dead - Skittish

Take a piece. A bouquet of posies, dried up.
Its bound to trip you up,
The things you did for love, heaven sent.
Now that you're done, bring out your dead.
(You, sitting alone)
You promised nothing would change.
Now that you're done, bring out your dead.
(Sing your saddest song)
One try and down comes the rain.
Now that you're done, bring out your dead.
(Think of days you were young)
You promised nothing would change.
Now that you're done...
(Think what you should've done)
Make your peace. A pocket of posies can help,
In the silence that comes with the
Presence of large predators.
I washed your scent from my sheets,
But still it comes.
Now that you're done, bring out your dead.
You promised nothing would change.
Now that you're done, bring out your dead.
One try and down comes the rain.
Now that you're gone...
Everybody's staying, waiting for their lives to change.
But my life just changed in every way,
Everyday I know.
I just want a greener lawn someday,
but maybe I'll rest here for awhile.