Pleasantries Behind - So Long Forgotten

Be the wind, find me breathing

Lonesome next to myself

Let my past be the mast

I need to set my sail

He’s pissed off, but he’s still on

His best behavior 'till I’m gone

We got some insignificant words

To replace with a song

And I would kill just to lose my mind

And you would kill just to have my sight

And we could kill a man so love can find a way

What I’d give just to say, just to say

«I have gold in my hands for the weaker

I have bread for the lives of the rich

I have gold in my hands for the weaker

I have bread for the lives of the rich»

Help me leave myself

Oh, help me leave myself

Give me words, give them health

Help me leave myself

«I have gold in my hands for the weaker

I have bread for the lives of the rich

I have gold in my hands for the weaker

I have bread for the lives of the rich»

Oh yeah, they are brighter