April 10th - Garbage

It was April the tenth\nI remember it well\nIt was so cold that year\nIt was colder than hell\nThings haven’t been good\nFor you, for a while\nBecause I’d been on tour\nI hadn’t heard\nAnd you’ve dropped in\nWith the letter you wrote\nAnd I read it aloud\nTo prove that I could\nAnd we were both laughing\nCause we know how you are\nWe never thought\nYour quitting was good\nWe thought that we knew you\nAnd I guess that we don’t\nAre you heavenly or\njust like the past?\nWe called you «the black penny»\nRemember that?\nThe sea is wide\nThe streets are long\nAnd there’s blood on all our hands\nWith the catalyst gone\nAnd only what’s left to us\nIs history built on dust\nI was sweating on poet’s words\nGreat nations and governments\nSweet lies and victories\nEager and keen to please\nthose good keys are everywhere\nwith their thousand-yard stare\nWe all end up the same\nLike little lambs to meet their end