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Artiste: Silent Waits The Archer
Titre: Cellar Door

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I remember the cold
of a settling cough and a runny nose
and I remember the call
with my mothers shaking voce and all

I still feel the buzz
as I stood out side half drunk
and I remember the floor
as I tried to figure out what I was walking for

I got up to the door
I heard the party, my head kept trying to ignore
the look of his mothers face
and all her thoughts about her baby boy erased

Its hard to not think it
the thought how could God be so sick
to take back what He gives
before he had lived

I make my way to the door
of the kind of house I swore I'd never be in anymore
and as I stepped inside 
all the faces screamed why did he have to die

There I sat in the room
That the boy could never come back home to
none of his stuff was moved
It was all just waiting for him to use

So I sat at his desk
making the slid show to show him at his best
with the whole family a wreck
you can bet that I will never forget it

So how does one let go?
I still don't know, but I'm scared of the reckoning

(Breath in deep,) 
(It isn't over,)
(This is just the work of a molder)