Two Funerals
Tina Dickow
Hold yourself still for a while
While i tend to your wounds
No one will point if you cry
It's alright
You've nothing to prove
There's nothing to see
You're still in one piece
They're all just bullets from the past
And you were built to last
There's nothing to see
You're still in one piece
They're all just bullets from the past
And you were built to last