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the unknown distance to the great beyond
stares back at my grieving frame
to cast my shadow by the holy sun
my spirit moans with a sacred pain
and it’s quiet now
the universe is standing still

there’s nothing I can say
there’s nothing we can do now
there’s nothing I can say
there’s nothing we can do now

and all that stands between the souls release
this temporary flesh and bone
we know that it’s over now
I feel my faded mind begin to roam

every time you fall
and every time you try
every foolish dream
and every compromise
every word you spoke
and everything you said
everything you left me, rambles in my head

there’s nothing I can say
there’s nothing I can do now
there’s nothing I can say
there’s nothing I can do now

up above the world so high

and everything you loved
and every time you try
everybody’s watching
everybody cry

stay, don’t leave me
the stars can’t for your sign
don’t signal now

and there’s nothing I can say
there’s nothing I can do now
there’s nothing I can say
there’s nothing we can do now

goodnight, travel well
goodnight, travel well

and there’s nothing I can say
there’s nothing I can do now

You hang names on your wall
Then you shoot them all

You fly around in planes
That bring you down
To meet me who loves you, like
Me crashing to the ground

Are you so lonely?
Don’t even know me
But you’d like to stone me

Mr Writer, why don’t you tell it like it is?
Why don’t you tell it like it really is?
Before you go on home

I used to treat you right
Give you my time
But when I’d turn my back on you
Then you do what you do

You’ve just enough, in my own view
Education to perform
I’d like to shoot you all
And then you go home
With you on your own
What do you really know?

Mr Writer, why don’t you tell it like it is?
Why don’t you tell it like it really is?
Before you go on home

And then you go home
With you on your own
What do you even know?

Mr Writer, why don’t you tell it like it is?
Why don’t you tell it like it really is?
Before you go on home

Mr Writer, why don’t you tell it like it is?
Why don’t you tell it like it always is?
Before you go on home

Mr Writer, why don’t you tell it like it really is?
Why don’t you tell it like it always is?
Before you go on home