Perspectives
It sure has been quite a year
Waiting on things to change.
I heard that while you were asleep
You forgot to breathe.
My shoulders aren't strong enough
to carry you to the morgue,
But that went unnoticed.
You always were the one to ignore your heart.
It's like I'm rewriting his story with
Permanent ink.
Rewriting his story with
Permanent ink, permanent ink.
It sure has been quite a year
Waiting for snow to fall
And bury me with you.
A whole new perspective on the truth.
I was stumbling in between
A marriage in surgery, in surgery.
But if you left it up to me,
I'd write my own eulogy, own eulogy.
I unraveled all the seams
And you're still a part of me, a part of me,
But if you left it up to me,
I'd write my own history, own history.
I was stumbling in between
A marriage in surgery, in surgery.
But if you left it up to me,
I'd write my own eulogy, own eulogy.
I unraveled all the seams
And you're still a part of me, a part of me,
But if you left it up to me,
I'd write my own history, own history.
I was stumbling in between
A marriage in surgery, in surgery.
But if you left it up to me,
I'd write my own eulogy, own eulogy.
Waiting on things to change.
I heard that while you were asleep
You forgot to breathe.
My shoulders aren't strong enough
to carry you to the morgue,
But that went unnoticed.
You always were the one to ignore your heart.
It's like I'm rewriting his story with
Permanent ink.
Rewriting his story with
Permanent ink, permanent ink.
It sure has been quite a year
Waiting for snow to fall
And bury me with you.
A whole new perspective on the truth.
I was stumbling in between
A marriage in surgery, in surgery.
But if you left it up to me,
I'd write my own eulogy, own eulogy.
I unraveled all the seams
And you're still a part of me, a part of me,
But if you left it up to me,
I'd write my own history, own history.
I was stumbling in between
A marriage in surgery, in surgery.
But if you left it up to me,
I'd write my own eulogy, own eulogy.
I unraveled all the seams
And you're still a part of me, a part of me,
But if you left it up to me,
I'd write my own history, own history.
I was stumbling in between
A marriage in surgery, in surgery.
But if you left it up to me,
I'd write my own eulogy, own eulogy.
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber, David Joel Zippel
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