Tekstovi: The Black Heart Procession. Back To The Underground.

I was headed to the gallows I was to hang or
burn in flames
I remember the day you lit the fire
and watched our love turn to dust
I remember the flames higher and higher
I remember the way you laughed before you
finally set me free
I try to recover every time
but every time I'm back on the ground
back underground every time
I was forced into the shadows
I was the fool beaten and bruised by the game
I held on to all of our ashes