I remember when we said goodbye,
i didn't know it would be the last time i'd see you alive,
i never had your fear of death,
but a certain fear of what i don't expect
And i do see what's in front of me,
now i ask myself the same old things,
what could i have done?
what could i have said?
before i read in the paper that you were dead
You never liked the things i had to say,
now every ideology has melted away,
as i sing this song again and again and again,
all of the meaning has jumped to its end
And i do see what's in front of me,
and i ask myself the same old things,
what could i have done?
what could i have said?
before i read in the paper that you were dead
There are skeletons in the closet,
and there are roaches in the kitchen sink,
and i can't go back to that house,
there are too many memories there left for me
And i do see what was in front of me,
and i ask myself the same old things,
what could i have done?
what could i have said?
before i read in the paper that you were dead,
you were dead