Funeral for a Friend - Building lyrics
[Funeral for a Friend - Building lyrics]
Like a lighted silhouette
Against a cotton sheet smothering the crease
Tin can in hand
Waiting for god to come around
But he never comes around
He never comes around
Quiet like a mouse building up your house
Just to tear it down leaving us the pieces
Do they ever fit?
Tin can in hand
Waiting for god to come around
But he never comes around
He never comes around
Tin can in hand
Waiting for god to come around
But he never comes around
He never comes around
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