Six Two Songtext
von Kill Creek

I′ll be back to pull the garden
Spring has proven winter cruel
And all of summer's beauty lies there rotting
Stripped like yours from you
And I know I can′t stand remembering
The dirt under our fingernails
Silence, your defense
Tired, over-tired hand


And we spent December giving our best shot at hating
But now as I remember we had no reason to abuse
How for once God to notice
That he is giving nothing back
And all of us were wet out in the boneyard
He washed the tears from you
And I know you deserved no less
My distance as we stole flowers from his grave
Silence, my defense
Tired, over-tired hand

And I recall the ways you pretended not to notice
That we both sowed the soil that grew only what could die
And if you believe that I try to deceive
You know that's not true