9-2 Songtext
von Tommy Clift

Waste deep in waters wasted in the growing holes
In all our hearts

Sleepless nights become blessings after watching white wings fly
Through the trees that you used to see

The loss will ripple through all our remaining time
Ripples of how you used to be
How you made us feel seen


Those early days, holding mirrors to bullies that showed two ways
That kind, open heart

Cruel disease, godless to take with such ease
When you often cured this world′s disease

All the pleads, the souls and hearts, for you they bleed
They bleed for you, your love can't cease to be

Hearts that bleed (bleed, bleed)
Godless that you should "used to be"