Eulogy Songtext
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Eulogy Songtext
I′m not afraid to die
It's the living part that′s hard
Smoke stings the eye
Changes the pigment in the sky
Sit and watch the tides
The city traffic commuting by
Try and pass the time
Fake out the dark to find the light
Maybe I'm a coward to accept I got it good
Pick away at the wound
It comes for me
It'll come for you
It comes for me
Say your last goodbye
If I knew when I′d die
At least then I could plan my life
As strong as I appear
Only my uncertainty is really clear
Is it the fog of war or the fog of life
Into the fray we disappear
Reach out to feel
It′s all we got
Well, that and fear
It's treason to rob yourself of something good
Our only joys
It comes for me
It′ll come for you
It comes for me
There's no need to cry
Wishing you were here, the picture in my head I hold so dear
I still hear your voice
Even though the picture blurs every year
Win one for the GIP
Raise your glass, don′t spill a sip
Gotta make it count
The little time before you slip
It'll come for me
It′ll come for you
To all our friends gone too soon
It comes for me
It'll come for you
It comes for me
It'll come for you
It comes for me
It′ll come for you
To all our friends gone too soon
It's the living part that′s hard
Smoke stings the eye
Changes the pigment in the sky
Sit and watch the tides
The city traffic commuting by
Try and pass the time
Fake out the dark to find the light
Maybe I'm a coward to accept I got it good
Pick away at the wound
It comes for me
It'll come for you
It comes for me
Say your last goodbye
If I knew when I′d die
At least then I could plan my life
As strong as I appear
Only my uncertainty is really clear
Is it the fog of war or the fog of life
Into the fray we disappear
Reach out to feel
It′s all we got
Well, that and fear
It's treason to rob yourself of something good
Our only joys
It comes for me
It′ll come for you
It comes for me
There's no need to cry
Wishing you were here, the picture in my head I hold so dear
I still hear your voice
Even though the picture blurs every year
Win one for the GIP
Raise your glass, don′t spill a sip
Gotta make it count
The little time before you slip
It'll come for me
It′ll come for you
To all our friends gone too soon
It comes for me
It'll come for you
It comes for me
It'll come for you
It comes for me
It′ll come for you
To all our friends gone too soon
Writer(s): Graeme Mackinnon, Clint Frazier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

