a soul hung out to dry
down, deep in a salt mine
inside a mountain you were set to climb
I guess the truth came down
really hard on you
ain´t it tough
not knowing what to do
origin from a short-lived
midtown family
they were tall, though
honesty was the way
like a power line
cutting through
a wilderness forest
like a knife
I guess it makes sense, but
I really don`t
I really don`t
I really don`t
I really don`t want to know
comatosed by the pain
and the forever pouring rain
driving us all insane
packing a gun
can´t seem to locate the bullets
and my trigger finger has gone numb
like a true gambler
you postponed your suicide
until after the numbers were drawn
at last
our love was found
D.O.A.
love
D.O.A.
love
D.O.A.
love
D.O.A.
love
where were you
when love was found
D.O.A.
dead on arrival
