Funeral For A Friend

Tonight I sit in the loneliest of all roomsIt’s full of colour and pictures of a happy childhoodThe light comes in from three big windowsand I can see kids riding their bikes on the streetSo happy, so naiveWhen I close my eyes I can feel it.I want to feel it.Make me blind. Tonight I stand on the tallest of all bridgesThe cities alive in the … Continue reading Funeral For A Friend