Stillhouse
It was early in the evening
I had just come home from school
I think I was as happy as could be
The phone rings, my old man
Speaks the words that burn into my soul
She will soon be gone, my dear son
There ain´t nothing we can do
Well, I picked up my guitar
My fingers, they all bled
All my tears and stains of pain in vain
"We walked in the mountains
And we went to the sea
There ain´t no words in no sentence
Saying all she meant to me
I just wish she never died”
Now she is six feet under
Some frozen flowers on her tomb
And I´m still playing my guitar
Good dreams, bad dreams
Snowflakes fall like memories of her
"We walked in the mountains
And we went to the sea
There ain´t no words in no sentence
Saying all she meant to me
I just wish she never died”
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