歌词
I'm not out to win friends
He takes aim and he offers out a hand
I'm not in this for my good health
He breaths, bereft, absent of his good self
Was there ever gladness
A weakness in the scorn
If ever there was fondness here
Surely it has gone
I'm not here to speak sense
He takes a drink, losing trail of thought again
I'm the absence in your eyes
I'm the ringing in your ears
He smiles as retribution gently reappears
Is there ever gladness
A flutter in the blame
Son, if there was fondness here
Goodness knows it's strayed
Love only came here to go
So I'll see this course alone
Restlessly, I know
The darkness gathers at my door
This path is walked and set in stone
This life is but a passing glow
If ever bad blood lingered here
In ailing arms, once held so dear
If ever there was gladness here
Surely it has come