"THE THOUGHT RUNS DRY"

STANDING ALONE WITH MY ARMS IN BANDAGES
THE RAIN POUNDING DOWN ON MY BODY 
I START TO WALK DOWN THE STREET 
THINKING OF THE LIFE I LEFT BEHIND IN ORDER
TO FIND WHAT I THOUGHT WAS HAPPINESS

MY WALK LEADS ME DOWN STREETS 
THAT I'VE WALKED BEFORE AND ALL 
THE THOUGHTS CAME FLOODING BACK
YOU WERE STANDING THERE IN THE WINDOW 
OF OUR OLD HOUSE

YOU HELD OUR BABY TO KEEP IT WARM 
BUT ON DAYS LIKE THIS I REMEMBER  
HER DEAD BODY ON TOP OF YOURS 
CRIPPLED ON THE FLOOR AND 
I COULD ONLY LOOK AWAY 

BECAUSE THE HEAP OF DEATH 
HAD HAUNTED MY DREAMS EVEN 
BEFORE THE VISION BECAME REAL 
AND I CAN'T STAND IT AND IT 
LEADS TO THE FIRST NOTE 

BUT NOW I'M PAST THE HOUSE 
AND THE THOUGHTS HAVE RUN DRY 
AS I RETURN BACK TO MY NEW 
FAMILY AND THE THOUGHT OF THEM 
MAKES ME MISS YOU