I am here in the grave waiting for my colors
Waiting for the leaves to turn to dust
When the weight of the world and is in your homes
And you pray for an end to what you start
Yeah you pray for an end to what you start
Did you think that I would be in the audience
Waiting for the curtains to fall
There is no celebration in this room for three
Just the ambiance of alcohol
Sometimes you’ll see me
Even though you know that you know that I am gone
Sometimes you’ll hold me in your arms
Even though you know you’re holding him
Sometimes you’ll see me
Even though you know that you know that I am gone
Sometimes you’ll hold me in your arms
Even though you know you’re holding him
Did you think that I would be in the audience
Waiting for the curtains to fall
There is no celebration in this room for three
Just the ambiance of alcohol
And our bodies have become familiar strangers
And our bodies have become familiar strangers
Sometimes you’ll see me
Even though you know that you know that I am gone
Sometimes you’ll hold me in your arms
Even though you know you’re holding him
Sometimes you’ll see me
Even though you know that you know that I am gone
Sometimes you’ll hold me in your arms
Even though you know you’re holding him
Even though you know you’re holding him
Even though you know you’re holding him
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