The Flatliners - He Was a Jazzman

Описание: The Flatliners - He Was a Jazzman
Cavalcade 2010

I see you
Gripping tight to the rails of your hospital bed.
You move so slow.

You say the
Pain you feel is too great to be inside your head.
I know, I know.

You move so slow.
Yeah.

It don't mean anything to me.
We start to die when we begin to breathe.

But I'll keep scratching at your sympathy.

I'll wander these white halls,
Scale all the walls for a thread of hope,
Wrap it around myself
And cross my fingers I don't choke.

I'd pray if it meant anything to me.
One day I'll die and finally see
What all the fuss is about.
Prepare yourself for the big sleep.

It don't mean anything to me.
We start to die when we begin to breathe.

But I'll keep scratching at your sympathy
Until you're good and ready to leave,
Until you feel a lot like me.
Yeah.

With curved eyes, I smile,
As a bad excuse sits next to you,
Grinning crooked teeth.
They'll all be gone soon.

As the door handle swings,
I'm having trouble hearing you.
You think I'm crazy, don't you?

Count your bones and clean 'em good.
It's come to this, just like we knew it would,
We knew it would, we knew it would.

The world's become a hospital.
Will someone medicate us please?
I'd pray if it meant anything to me.

One day I'll die and finally see
What all the fuss is about.
Prepare yourself
For the big sleep.

It don't mean anything to me.
We start to die when we begin to breathe.
Yeah.

Come count your bones and clean 'em good.
It's come to this, just like we knew it would.
Yeah.

It don't mean anything to me.
We start to die when we begin to breathe.
Yeah.