Wake Up The Dead - The Pineapple Thief

It’s not the same

It’s not the same any more

You protected me

I wouldn’t ask for more

A 1000 miles

Of crawling to your door

I’m gonna find out what’s in your head

And yeah, I’m gonna find out what’s in your head

We’re not the same

We’re not the same anymore

Your suicide

Has washed up at my door

I’m gonna find out what’s in your head

And yeah, I’m gonna find out what’s in your head

We’re not the same anymore

And yeah, I’m gonna scratch out what’s in your head

And yeah, I’m gonna find a way to wake up the dead