paroles de chanson Edward Benz, 27 Times - La Dispute
I
heard
the
old
man's
voice
break,
stutter
once
then
stop
it
I
heard
a
sentence
started
confidently
halted
by
the
sudden
absence
of
a
word
Stumbled
and
he
sputtered
trying
to
find
it
back,
something
once
so
simple
gone
now
When
he
finally
gave
up
told
me,
"Aw,
it's
like
hell
getting
old."
When
you
came
into
the
store,
did
you
know
you'd
show
me
your
scars?
I
had
a
heavy
heart,
he
carried
a
door
It's
shattered
pane
all
wrapped
in
plastic
and
he
asked
if
I
could
fix
it
Come
by
a
little
later
help
him
put
it
back
on
hinges
"See,
I'm
far
too
old
to
lift
it
and
it's
not
for
my
house,
it's
my
son's."
When
you
opened
up
the
door,
what
is
it
you
thought
you'd
find?
(Nobody
flinch)
Later
I
came
by
and
backed
into
the
driveway
Got
out
to
find
him
waiting
there
to
lead
me
Through
the
side
yard
to
back
behind
the
house
where
the
door
frame
stood
empty
And
helped
me
keep
it
steady
while
I
hammered
all
the
pins
in
Then,
later
on
the
porch
we
somehow
got
to
talking
He
told
me
of
the
house
and
how
is
son
is
schizophrenic
So
they
purchased
it
for
him
The
medication
working
and
they
figured
It
would
help
him
fit
in,
help
him
lead
a
normal
life
But
the
pills
made
him
sleep
too
much
And
he
couldn't
keep
a
job
as
a
result
So
one
day
he
just
gave
up
on
taking
them
And
that
day
she
had
called
you,
he'd
locked
her
outside
of
the
house
How
quickly
did
you
get
there?
And
what
were
you
thinking
while
walking
up?
What
fears
flashed
in
front
of
you,
taunted
you,
walking
to
unlock
the
door?
I
remember
it,
Ed,
that
story
you
told
me
Came
back
clear
tonight
here
while
writing
And
you
should
know
the
feeling
never
left
me
The
weight
of
my
heart,
when
you
showed
me
the
scars
on
your
arms
When
I
looked
in
your
eyes
and
I
heard
what
you
said
How
you
probably
would've
died
were
it
not
For
to
care
for
your
daughter
and
wife
How
he
drove
in
the
knife,
still
your
son
How
you
seemed
to
look
through
me
to
some
old
projector
screen
Playing
back
the
scene
as
you
described
it
on
a
movie
reel
As
real
as
the
minute
when
it
happened,
that
memory
moving
behind
me
That
moment
that
changed
you
for
good
And
he
drove
to
the
house
and
pulled
into
the
driveway
Got
out
to
find
his
wife
waiting,
frantic
She'd
come
by
to
check,
found
that
pillbox
was
empty
Went
out
to
the
pharmacy
to
fill
up
his
prescription
And
came
back
to
a
locked
door
and
could
not
get
back
in
She'd
knocked
and
she'd
knocked
but
he
wasn't
responding
You
put
the
key
into
the
lock
and
turned
it
Felt
the
bolt
slide
away,
slowly
open
Went
into
the
hall,
his
son
held
a
knife
Standing
off
in
the
shadows,
lunged
forward
and
tackled
him
Stabbing
him
over
and
over
and
breaking
that
window
He
fled
up
the
staircase
The
ambulance
came,
stitched
and
filled
him
with
blood
While
the
cops
took
his
son
with
his
wires
so
tangled
His
father
was
a
stranger
And
I
sit
in
my
apartment
I'm
getting
no
answers
I'm
finding
no
peace,
no
release
from
the
anger
I
leave
it
at
arms
length
I'm
keeping
my
distance
From
hotels
and
Jesus
and
blood
on
the
carpet
I'm
stomaching
nothing,
I'm
reaching
for
no
one
I'm
leaving
this
city
and
I'm
headed
out
to
nowhere
I
carry
your
image,
your
grandfather's
coffin
And
Ed,
if
you
hear
me,
I
think
of
you
often
That's
all
I
can
offer
That's
all
that
I
know
how
to
give
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