Six Nails Songtext
von Bashful Billy
Six Nails Songtext
Oh, how we long to go
Back to the flesh and blood of youth where it all started
Oh, but I know you know
Life′s a dream and we are destined to depart it
There was a time and place
When stillness meant everything
Six nails. Six mourners
Rally round' the corners
Of the case where your bones are placed
They′ll cling and sing a little hymn
And then remit you to the grave
Six nails. Six mourners
Rally round' the corners
Of the case where your bones are placed
They'll cling and sing a little hymn
And then remit you to the
Grave
Oh, but you can′t see
So busy busy with your lies and fabrications
You′re already gone
You've no audience, no encore or ovation
There was a time and place
Where inward was everything
Six nails. Six mourners
Rally round′ the corners
Of the case where your bones are placed
They'll cling and sing a little hymn
And then remit you to the grave
Twelve years. Twelve winters
Grind into the splinters
Of the box where you lain forgotten
Tons of earth will be you′re only worth
So take it all in stride
And hope they take you on the other side
On the other side
On and on the on
On and on and on the other side, maestro
On and on the on
On and on the on
On and on and on the other side, maestro
Back to the flesh and blood of youth where it all started
Oh, but I know you know
Life′s a dream and we are destined to depart it
There was a time and place
When stillness meant everything
Six nails. Six mourners
Rally round' the corners
Of the case where your bones are placed
They′ll cling and sing a little hymn
And then remit you to the grave
Six nails. Six mourners
Rally round' the corners
Of the case where your bones are placed
They'll cling and sing a little hymn
And then remit you to the
Grave
Oh, but you can′t see
So busy busy with your lies and fabrications
You′re already gone
You've no audience, no encore or ovation
There was a time and place
Where inward was everything
Six nails. Six mourners
Rally round′ the corners
Of the case where your bones are placed
They'll cling and sing a little hymn
And then remit you to the grave
Twelve years. Twelve winters
Grind into the splinters
Of the box where you lain forgotten
Tons of earth will be you′re only worth
So take it all in stride
And hope they take you on the other side
On the other side
On and on the on
On and on and on the other side, maestro
On and on the on
On and on the on
On and on and on the other side, maestro
Writer(s): Stephen Matthews, Nicholas Sullivan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

