Текст: Black Lungs. In Memory.

Unnatural skies drift away calmly behind the trees right before my eyes.
After that is gets dark rather quickly.
This changing of the weather brings a lack of hope.
As my thoughts drift away to us sitting in the south end of town,
and what you said that day.
I've never seen that look in his eyes before "I should have died",
he said eyes fixed on the floor.
I've never seen that look in his eyes before "I should have died",
he said, thinking of her.
Just as soon as the light changed he was smoking and laughing again.
Reminding me of years ago and telling me to never get old.
Slowly the cancer wins.
The cigarettes probably let it it.
Slowly the cancer wins.
Chemo doesn't work, radiation was a sin.
I've never seen that look in his eyes before.
"I should have died", he said, eyes fixed on the floor.
I've never seen that look in his eyes before.
"I should have died", he said, thinking of her