Funeral For A Friend - Sun-Less lyrics

Broken hands, so sans soleil It lights my way through these empty streets at night. Dragging heels, the cold air stabs me like a needle running with this thread Scissors cut me dead and gone living like the blade I carry I never thought of you living all alone, scissors cut me dead I never felt like anyone could ever be so far from home The day begins when the music ends its days like these that I wish I were somewhere else. sponsored links And I can't forget my own name replace it with a voice that carries on.