ten years ago,
i got a call that nearly killed me
repeat yourself my hands are shaking
when i was told, my friend was gone
i felt so guilty, a thousand questions left unanswered
i'll bleed if you want me to
i'll serenade before i do
i'll bleed if you want me to
on and on although you're gone
candles burn without a flame on
our final call to you i know you're listening
how could you leave us that way ...