and hide don't [Incomprehensible] Don't eat, don't move You don't sleep Empty where you lie Gets farther every time Be still you're just not a shell
Vertaling: Pale Saints. Shell.
am left You'll do as much for me Mother, you know, must hear the news So write to her tenderly She's waiting at home like a patient saint Her fond face pale
ll do as much for me Mother, you know, must hear the news So write to her tenderly She's a-waiting at home like a patient saint Her fallen face paled
I am dead You'll do as much for me Mother, you know, must hear the news So write her tenderly She's awaiting at home like a patient saint Her fallen face paled
I should fall You'll do as much for me Mother at home is awaiting the news So write her tenderly She is waiting at home like a patient saint Her fond face pale
Are you still here ? ? ? rushes on And you think it's wrong They're only in your head Things you create Just the empty shells Of ? ? ? yesterdays So
left, You'll do as much for me, Mother, you know, must hear the news, So write to her tenderly. "She's waiting at home like a patient saint, Her fond face pale
much for me Mother, you know, must hear the news so write to her tenderly She's a-waiting at home like a patient saint her fallen face paled with woe
You'll do as much for me, Mother, you know, must hear the news, So write to her tenderly. "She's waiting at home like a patient saint, Her fond face pale
should fall You'll do as much for me Mother at home is awaiting the news So write her tenderly She is waiting at home like a patient saint Her fond face pale
