I'm a speck on the horizon, and you're a footnote in my mind of greater things.
Pages will be written based on your inspiration.
Inspire me. Breathe your breath on me.
Bring out the dead as an example to the masses.
If there's anything left to say I'm not sure what it is.
Will hope come and save the day again?
Will hope come and save the day again?
I know why you dress in black and I'm not OK with your intentions.
Nothing you can do can bring him back to your loveless inventions.
Bring out the dead as an example to the masses.
If there's anything left to say I'm not sure what it is.
Will hope come and save the day again?
Will hope come and save the day again?
Like a ghost it brings me to the floor like death.
I'm cold and unprepared breathing smoke for breath.
Like a ghost it brings me to the floor like death.
Like a ghost it brings me to the floor like death.
Like a ghost it brings me to the floor like death.
Like a ghost.
Bring out the dead as an example to the masses.
If there's anything left to say I'm not sure what it is.
Will hope come and save the day again?
Will hope come and save the day again?
Tonight I wrote this song with pieced together short poems I've been writing in a small notebook I keep with me. I really like it lyrically. The music feels like something I would have written 4 or 5 years ago, but I strangely like it. I picked up my old Epiphone that's missing a string and my low E is tuned to a C then everything else is relatively in standard. Weird I know, but I really liked the feel it gave the chords. Here's the link for the free MP3 download.
