Lyrics :
She called us 3 times
Left a message
Like a call of action
During first half time
It’s not we were busy,
But it wasn’t that loud and the TV was on
We’re so past our prime

Hold the line
She talked about her ired sons,
Their Fathers lies,
 Their promises of sweet summertimes
The time ice melts in our drinks
The time for a pen 
The ink wasn’t even  dry, 
she was gone

She called us 3 times
Won’t leave any trace in the concert of Nations
Fanfare is too loud
This Dark between us goes far beyond any kind of imagination
‘cause we let her die

Stay on line
She was just one of a legion,
The wingspan of a butterfly
Little hopes in her rotten tote bag
Flying from Hell, our creation
There is so much less that needs the eye
Dream of a prince
Get a scumbag 

She thought about her  life
With her love by her side
Maybe a little house, 
a small field and a barn
Sounds like a future
More than a shelter and a smile


She’s got caught in  News chopper lights
Just before she’s gone
Just before she’s drown

Wasted

(n)Seed