Текст песни Graveyard Parade - Matthew and the Atlas

Bloodshot moon rising,
In this graveyard parade,
Red sun tumbling,
Through a passing charade.
You're the ghost in the morning,
You're the scar on the skin,
Blackthorn dissolving,
You're a hard one to win.
Brother I thought that I found you,
Falling asleep on the asphalt,
Saturday night with a diamond sky and blood was in your eyes,
Of all of the ways to define you,
Such a strange thing to surround you,
I never thought that you would live and I would come to die.
I forget.
I forget.
Strange dream daylight,
Took a while to recognise,
White light burning,
Do you even realise?
Brother I thought that I found you,
Falling asleep on the asphalt,
Saturday night with a diamond sky and blood was in your eyes,
Of all of the ways to define you,
Such a strange thing to surround you,
I never thought that you would live and I would come to die.
And I would come to die.
I forget.
I forget.
I forget.