Johnny Foreigner - To the Death lyrics
Johnny Foreigner [Alexei Berrow, Kelly Southern, Junior Elvis Washington Laidley, Lewes Herriot]
[Johnny Foreigner - To the Death lyrics]
I need a spell to stop my friends from
Feeling guilty every time they talk about you
How every sentence led to the last
Words that they might have said
It's like I've lost a part of them too
So I talk to you
I need a drink i need the distance that
The daylight brings to
Drift into the sleep I lose each night
Your boys parade their sorrows
Say there's nothing that they could have done
And I hate myself for thinking they're right
So no more songs about suicide
Break the swagger in yr stride
And here's to the death
To the holes in whatever's left
If we're supposed to make the
Most of every moment
Then how come all the memories
I keep are shrapnel sharp, embedded deep?
If you could see the mess you'd leave
Would you still?
So here's to the hope
How each and every rope thrown out forms
Bridges we can build without you
How we talk in abstract terms about our
Grief and how it strengthens us
And secretly hope that it's true
Still opens wounds on your birthday
Like one dumb legacy
Yeah, would you still? And oh my god!
Then how come all the memories
I keep are shrapnel sharp, embedded deep?
If you could see the mess you'd leave
Would you?
Feeling guilty every time they talk about you
How every sentence led to the last
Words that they might have said
It's like I've lost a part of them too
So I talk to you
I need a drink i need the distance that
The daylight brings to
Drift into the sleep I lose each night
Your boys parade their sorrows
Say there's nothing that they could have done
And I hate myself for thinking they're right
So no more songs about suicide
Break the swagger in yr stride
And here's to the death
To the holes in whatever's left
If we're supposed to make the
Most of every moment
Then how come all the memories
I keep are shrapnel sharp, embedded deep?
If you could see the mess you'd leave
Would you still?
So here's to the hope
How each and every rope thrown out forms
Bridges we can build without you
How we talk in abstract terms about our
Grief and how it strengthens us
And secretly hope that it's true
Still opens wounds on your birthday
Like one dumb legacy
Yeah, would you still? And oh my god!
Then how come all the memories
I keep are shrapnel sharp, embedded deep?
If you could see the mess you'd leave
Would you?