Album: Your Murder Mixtape (2004)

Sometimes They Come Back


Please go back to where you came from
I lived just fine when you were dead
And though you're back and clawing AT MY CHEST
It won't take more than this gun to clear my head

The winter it has come
Snow melts upon my skin
The frost comes, will it
Ice burns upon my lips

And I remember it and
What it was
What it could have been
And all it meant to us
And I remember just what you said
And I still shake at night from all that those words did

Please go back to where you came from
I lived just fine when you were dead
And though you're back and clawing AT MY CHEST
It won't take more than this gun to clear my head

Just footprints in the snow
That never lead back home
To far to walk alone
And it's grown far too cold
Inside my chest has froze
Once blood but now frost grows
Through veins of ice it flows
It is lost if no one knows

It's burning cold
It's burning cold
It's burning cold
It's burning cold
It's burning cold
It's burning cold