Tekstovi: Tad Morose. The Dead And His Son.

Mark my words, I won't care Never tread where angels dare Precious few
shine like you Fewer still are aware of the dead and his son

I don't know, where do I start So many thoughts, I wonder where we all go
and if also memories never die

All empty chairs There's no one here I can't believe it's over This darkest
hour to my dismay makes me feel alight
I'm Sure he's here always so near like we belong together Wherever I go,
he's there also Somewhere deep inside

The candle burns once more tonight I could've sworn I heard your laughter
Forevermore and on...


I call forevermore beyond the grave The dead and his son

Oh Father gone for way too long I lived my life away from you So when I
wake and pray tonight Make me feel alive
Still empty chairs I know you're here We belong together Wherever I go
you're there also Somewhere deep inside