Lyrics:
Funeral For A Friend Welcome Home Armageddon

I'm behind. Write your words on a scrap of paper, Tiny time you on my little finger Can't think of anything to make it worth the fight. For this

Whatever that means. And there's a light on and no-one?s home, Tell me did you leave the light on? There's a light on and no-one is home, Tell me did

black lines crossed across The sweep of the bridge. A man along the edge, Drops away his pain. Screaming out for another feeling, Paper houses, cutting corners. Screaming out for

I'm behind. Write your words on a scrap of paper, Tiny time you on my little finger Can't think of anything to make it worth the fight. For this

The black lines crossed across The sweep of the bridge. A man along the edge, Drops away his pain. Screaming out for another feeling, Paper houses, cutting corners. Screaming out for

and defenceless, a waiting son at arms Beating hearts against a tide of one Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms Beating hearts against a tide