Shayfer James - For the Departed lyrics
[Shayfer James - For the Departed lyrics]
Just a moment, dear
I hear someone at the door
And the beating of a heart
That I hid beneath the floor
They've come for me, love save yourself
I am far beyond repair
They will bury me alive
But, I'm not inclined to care
I am too far gone now
So dry your eyes and count to ten
They'll have me on the pyre by then
Forget the man I used to be
You'll move along more easily
A moment, dear i hear someone in the hall
And he's plundering the promises
We hung up on the wall
He's come for us, love
Save yourself, I am bitter to the bone
And I'm growing rather fond
Of the wandering alone i am too far gone now
So dry your eyes and count to ten
They'll have me on the pyre by then
Forget the man I used to be
You'll move along more easily
Now I must finish what I started
I'll write a symphony for the departed
I have no time for second chances
So I survive on bourbon, blood
And backward glances
The scene begins your cries become the wind
A desperate plea best left unheard
Then my contrived goodbye a poet's pantomime
A drunken jester's final words
Just a moment, dear
I hear someone at the door
And the beating of a heart that
I hid beneath the floor
They've come for us, love
Now I must finish what I started
I'll write a symphony for the departed
I have no time for second chances
So I survive on bourbon, blood
And backward glances
Dry your eyes and count to ten
They’ll have me on the pyre by then
I hear someone at the door
And the beating of a heart
That I hid beneath the floor
They've come for me, love save yourself
I am far beyond repair
They will bury me alive
But, I'm not inclined to care
I am too far gone now
So dry your eyes and count to ten
They'll have me on the pyre by then
Forget the man I used to be
You'll move along more easily
A moment, dear i hear someone in the hall
And he's plundering the promises
We hung up on the wall
He's come for us, love
Save yourself, I am bitter to the bone
And I'm growing rather fond
Of the wandering alone i am too far gone now
So dry your eyes and count to ten
They'll have me on the pyre by then
Forget the man I used to be
You'll move along more easily
Now I must finish what I started
I'll write a symphony for the departed
I have no time for second chances
So I survive on bourbon, blood
And backward glances
The scene begins your cries become the wind
A desperate plea best left unheard
Then my contrived goodbye a poet's pantomime
A drunken jester's final words
Just a moment, dear
I hear someone at the door
And the beating of a heart that
I hid beneath the floor
They've come for us, love
Now I must finish what I started
I'll write a symphony for the departed
I have no time for second chances
So I survive on bourbon, blood
And backward glances
Dry your eyes and count to ten
They’ll have me on the pyre by then