歌词
I'm not up to win friends
He takes aim and he offers out a hand
I'm not in this for my good health
He breathes, bereft, absent of his good self
Was there ever gladness or weakness in the scorn?
If ever there was fondness here, surely it has gone
I'm not here to speak sense
He takes a drink, losing trail of thought again
I'm the absence in your eyes, I'm the ringing in your ears
He smiles as retribution gently repeats
Is there ever gladness or flutter in the blame?
Son, if there was fondness here, goodness knows it's drained
Love only came here to go
So I see this course alone
Restlessly I know that darkness gathers at my door
The path is walked, set in stone
This life is but a passing glow
If ever bad blood lingered here
In ailing arms once held so dear
If ever there was gladness here, surely
Surely it has come
Surely it has come