Текст песни: Folded Hands + перевод

I’m not a praying man

But i’ve got folded hands and a church pew

I wanna believe in you

I’ve said all those words

Still I don’t have enough nerve to come and visit your grave

I’m not brave

Home doesn’t feel like home

I walk through the door

And every single thing has changed

Nothing feels the same

I look at the couch

Where you use sit and sit so empty now

But i know you’re proud

I will drop my proud

I’ll visit you when the time feels right

When the time feels right

I’ll bring flowers and a shirt

Six feet under the ground

And you’re still the best part of this earth

It hurts

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