The Widow کے بول

You leave the light on even though I'm not coming home, Try to ignore the consistent drone Starring silently at the silent phone, Somethings will come back to haunt you, When your on your own Sometimes you grab the air when you are down, Some people float and some people drown Some things un fold on their own I'm never coming home Everybody's got a different life Everybody's gets a different death, Everybody gets a broken heart, While they're waiting g for the final breath So close your eyes then count to three, Open them up and you wont see me, But you'll still here me humming in your ear Listen for the town, your not all alone Everybody's got a different life Everybody's gets a different death, Everybody gets a broken heart While they're waiting g for the final breath