Scattered Trees - A Conversation (About Death on New Year’s Eve)
…And I’m sorry, I’m sorry
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
That everybody’s falling apart
You said it doesn’t haunt you like it haunts me
That everybody’s falling apart
You said I’ll be there when you wake up from this dream
When you turn your life into a story
Oh and I’ll tell every ghost, everyone that I see
I’m waiting here, I’m ready for you
I’m waiting here, I’m ready for you…
