Back from the Dead - Dear Reader

Find the will to fight again

Try never to find a friend

In the fear that holds me way down here

Rise above it all with ease

Don’t you know it all comes easily

With the confidence of a younger me

I never thought that I’d be someone

Who prefers the clouds to the warmth of the sun

The chill of the autumn, the silence indoors

Whose eyes are barred windows, and smiles are rare birds

I never thought that I’d come undone

By a weight that won’t wane, that I’d be overcome

No I never dreamed I’d turn out this way

No way

Find the will to fight again

Try never to find a friend

In despair

Her call is a draw that I cannot bear

I never thought that I’d be someone

Who prefers the clouds to the warmth of the sun

The chill of the autumn, the silence indoors

Whose eyes are barred windows, and smiles are rare birds

I never thought that I’d come undone

By a weight that won’t wane, that I’d be overcome

No I never dreamed I’d turn out this way

No way, no way

I’m coming back from the dead

I’m coming back from the dead

I’m coming back from the dead

You can’t hold me down here

I’m coming back from the dead

I’m coming back from the dead

I’m coming back from the dead

You can’t hold me down here

I’m coming back from the dead

I’m coming back from the dead

I’m coming back from the dead

You can’t hold me down here

I’m coming back from the dead

I’m coming back from the dead

I’m coming back from the dead

You can’t hold me down here

I’m coming back from the dead

You can’t hold me down here