Текст песни Cries of the Past - Underoath
                                                It 
                                                happened 
                                                all 
                                                so 
                                                fast...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Heavy 
                                                with 
                                                sleep, 
                                                my 
                                                eyes 
                                                closed...
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                next 
                                                thing 
                                                    I 
                                                remember 
                                                was 
                                                crawling 
                                                out 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                car 
                                                and
 
                                    
                                
                                                Seeing 
                                                you 
                                                lying 
                                                there...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Holding 
                                                your 
                                                head, 
                                                kissing 
                                                you 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                time,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                taste 
                                                of 
                                                blood 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                lips.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                clothes 
                                                torn 
                                                apart, 
                                                perfumed 
                                                with 
                                                gas;
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                seems 
                                                like 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                yesterday 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                rain 
                                                poured 
                                                down...
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                still 
                                                hear 
                                                your 
                                                screams 
                                                as 
                                                if 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                happening 
                                                all 
                                                over 
                                                again.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Saturday, 
                                                December 
                                                4th: 
                                                that 
                                                night 
                                                would 
                                                become 
                                                    a 
                                                grave
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                would 
                                                crush 
                                                my 
                                                heart...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Joy 
                                                and 
                                                laughter 
                                                exchanged 
                                                for 
                                                grief 
                                                and 
                                                silence.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Searching 
                                                for 
                                                so 
                                                long 
                                                to 
                                                find 
                                                you,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                moment 
                                                    I 
                                                did, 
                                                you 
                                                were 
                                                ripped 
                                                from 
                                                me.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Laying 
                                                here 
                                                on 
                                                this 
                                                empty 
                                                shelf, 
                                                never 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                read 
                                                again;
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                these 
                                                pages 
                                                lies 
                                                every 
                                                memory 
                                                of 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                wind 
                                                blew 
                                                your 
                                                heart 
                                                over 
                                                my 
                                                eyes 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                slept 
                                                for 
                                                days
 
                                    
                                
                                                Praying 
                                                not 
                                                to 
                                                awake, 
                                                but 
                                                these 
                                                dreams 
                                                can 
                                                only 
                                                last 
                                                so 
                                                long...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Facing 
                                                the 
                                                day, 
                                                looking 
                                                through 
                                                these 
                                                tears.
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′ll 
                                                always 
                                                look 
                                                back 
                                                and 
                                                remember 
                                                that 
                                                night;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Once 
                                                you 
                                                lay 
                                                there 
                                                still...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Looking 
                                                over 
                                                that 
                                                casket, 
                                                seeing 
                                                your 
                                                face;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Times 
                                                of 
                                                past 
                                                rushing 
                                                back...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Touching 
                                                your 
                                                cold 
                                                hand, 
                                                wishing 
                                                it 
                                                would 
                                                touch 
                                                me 
                                                back
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                look 
                                                so 
                                                pretty 
                                                lying 
                                                there, 
                                                just 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                day 
                                                we 
                                                met
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                feels 
                                                so 
                                                real, 
                                                like 
                                                old 
                                                times; 
                                                but 
                                                it's 
                                                nothing, 
                                                it′s 
                                                nothing...
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                taste 
                                                the 
                                                stale 
                                                air 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                tongue, 
                                                and 
                                                death 
                                                lights 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                sky.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hope 
                                                finds 
                                                itself 
                                                at 
                                                an 
                                                end, 
                                                stopping 
                                                at 
                                                my 
                                                thoughts;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pictures 
                                                of 
                                                you 
                                                help 
                                                bring 
                                                back 
                                                the 
                                                tears
 
                                    
                                
                                                Walking 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                present, 
                                                but 
                                                living 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                past;
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                much 
                                                longer 
                                                will 
                                                    I 
                                                embrace 
                                                sorrow?
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                the 
                                                moment 
                                                you 
                                                entered 
                                                my 
                                                life,
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                whole 
                                                outlook 
                                                on 
                                                love 
                                                would 
                                                change...
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                brought 
                                                out 
                                                    a 
                                                happiness 
                                                    I 
                                                didn't 
                                                even 
                                                know 
                                                    I 
                                                had;
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                now 
                                                you're 
                                                gone, 
                                                leaving 
                                                without 
                                                    a 
                                                goodbye...
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                glass 
                                                heart 
                                                that 
                                                rested 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                chest 
                                                has 
                                                fallen 
                                                and 
                                                shattered 
                                                on 
                                                her 
                                                grave.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Here, 
                                                Lord, 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                remains 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                broken 
                                                heart;
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                faith 
                                                you 
                                                can 
                                                give 
                                                me 
                                                joy 
                                                and 
                                                life 
                                                again.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Death 
                                                has 
                                                fallen, 
                                                but 
                                                love 
                                                covers 
                                                me;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Heaven 
                                                is 
                                                now 
                                                home 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                angel 
                                                of 
                                                love.
 
                                    
                                
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