A Dead Letter Promise - Skies Arn'T Built Like They Used To Be

Not a dry eye in the house, but I caught you laughing. Id love to hurt you on the parade to the funeral. For the first time in a long time I have found what it feels like to be held in the arms of a loved one, and held so tight. Are we alone yet? Then your the only thing I have to get rid of. I never wanted it to end like this. With you faced down in a puddle of your own blood. The first kiss from your lips felt like an angel falling from heaven. I never felt closer to god.