For The Departed Lyrics

FOR THE DEPARTED 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 a long more easily A moment dear I hear someone in the hall and the plundering of promises we hung up on the wall		They've 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 a long 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 RETURN TO LYRICS DIRECTORY

FOR THE DEPARTED

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 a long more easily

A moment dear
I hear someone in the hall
and the plundering of promises
we hung up on the wall

They've 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 a long 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

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