With hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
But I will not weep for those dying days.
For all the ones who've left there's a few that stayed.
And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.
- Bright Eyes
Although I do not weep anymore, it still hurts and keeps me up at times.
For all the ones who've left there's a few that stayed.
And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.
- Bright Eyes
Although I do not weep anymore, it still hurts and keeps me up at times.
