Funeral For A Friend
Lyricist: Funeral For A Friend Composer: Funeral For A Friend
Tied to the testing of wills
Where my heart breaks and spills
Left to the sight of the sky
In your arms I'm defined
We're thrown to the wolves in the minds of your enemies
In the minds of your enemies
And I'm a stoned in the eyes
Of your foolishness
Well if this is what I'm meant for
I'm No longer interesting
Fall forward just to even the score
Just a thought to you
Tied to the testing of wills
Where my heart breaks and spills
Left to the sight of the sky
In your arms I'm defined
We're thrown to the wolves in the minds of your enemies
In the minds of your enemies
And I'm a stoned in the eyes
Of your foolishness
And I'm nothing more then a line in your book
Yet I'm nothing more then a line in your book
Yet I'm nothing more then a line in your book
Yet I'm nothing more then a line in your book
In your book
In your book
Well if this is what I'm meant for
No longer interesting
Fall forward just to even the score
Just a thought to you
Just A thought To You
Just A thought To You
Yet I'm nothing more
Yet I'm nothing more
Then a line in your book
Yet I'm nothing more
Then a line in your book