dead, forgotten, far away

2004-07, words & music by H. LANGE, CD: HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD (BM 0606)

HE CALLS IT PAIN - PUMPIN' IN HIS VAIN, HE CALLS IT FEVER - HEAT AND GAIN, HIS EYES ARE WIDE - HE FEELS NO PRIDE, HIS EYES ARE CLOSED - HE FEELS JUST FRIGHT

HE WOULDN'T KISS IT ANYMORE, THESE FALSE FACES, BUT HIS IGNORANCE IGNORE
HE'S FALLIN' DOWN - WITHOUT A BULLET'S FLIGHT, NO TURNIN' AROUND - END OF FIGHT

DEAD, FORGOTTEN, TEARS ARE DRIED, FALLEN TO PIECES WHILE LOW AND HIGH TIDE, DEAD, FORGOTTEN, FAR AWAY, ANY UNKNOWN DAY

HE WOULDN'T KISS IT ANYMORE, THESE FALSE FACES, IGNORANCE IGNORE

DEAD, FORGOTTEN, TEARS ARE DRIED, FALLEN TO PIECES WHILE LOW AND HIGH TIDE, DEAD, FORGOTTEN, FAR AWAY, ANY UNKNOWN DAY

DEAD, FORGOTTEN, TEARS ARE DRIED ...