All the things that we laughed about
And the plans that we made
I don't remember them at all
And it doesn't hurt

Your love will trickle down
Through all the things you love a little more
While I lie here on the ground
And beg the sky for rain

Every picture I draw
Is a picture of you
And the lines on your face
Are the lines on my face

It's not right
This last rite

But quiet now, It's starting

BANG
BANG
BANG

Let the sheep speak

On trial for his complacency, he tries to say
"I'm sorry"
"Everything I ever did, I only did halfway"

There was no mercy from the jury
After all, what good is kindness to dust?
He is no longer eligible for beginners luck

The trick isn't luck, it's sticking to your guns
But her gun is made of clay
And it's attached at the end of her leg

So now everywhere that she walked
And everything that she touched
Little holes were left
And filled up with dust