Frances Hughes

The cold dark mist that hovers around your grave falls and smothers the memory of happier times, the path yo chose is the hardest a man can take, the last thing to see is the pain on the faces you love

chorus                          And i guess only time will tell, wether you’re wrong or right, sing of hangin’ around the wishing well, bottom always out of sight, son where ya goin’ tonight, can you promise me you’ll be alright, now that you’re out of sight, we’re still missing you

A volley of shots now are your shroud and all the masked men to lay you down never dreamt it could be this way, there in silence, waiting for the day

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