Bane - The Big Gundown Lyrics
...and did i mention that there are still those dayswhere i can hardly lift my head up from the pillowor looking out the window of the planerooting for disastersometimes i just run out of reasonsbut the clock keeps ticking and the minutes keep comingand all i can do is rise to slaughter the hourslet the air out of these dayskilling timestaring into corners or at strands of her hairwaiting for the call that tells me where to nextwishing i could trade these stupid wordsfor hollow point shellsbefore every move that I make equals check-matedid i just say her?this song is not for herno matter what i've said or longed foror that her name still moves along these wallslives in this pen(i've made promises)this song is for Buk, for 'Trane, for Wes, and for Martywho keep their barrels oiled and readythe few that I would trade ten days to spend one hour withrare like a ruby at the bottom of the seabeautiful like the sparrow in the kittens jaw
