[00:08.01]xxx's drowning
[00:11.49]in a puddle by the steam
[00:16.49]no part to his songs tonight
[00:19.79]no sweeten of his dreams
[00:23.85]she told him that it was over
[00:27.89]Sunny day it's the end
[00:31.93]teardrops playing like leiken
[00:35.60]to the roses beneath those sands
[00:41.76]So blow out the candles
[00:45.53]I won't be home tonight
[00:50.48]No bed will want my bones
[00:53.45]no arms will hold me tight
[00:57.45]I will lay down by the river
[01:01.63]on a pillow made of stones
[01:05.76]and if tomorrow comes
[01:09.75]then I may be home
[01:17.21]curse your luck
[01:18.96]curse this hideous thing call fate
[01:22.99]she said all the friends I've ever loved
[01:27.67]I always grow to hate
[01:31.95]She told him that it was over
[01:35.82]Sunday it hits the bricks
[01:39.69]it's all just an illusion
[01:43.62]a black magician's trick
[01:49.49]So blow out the candles
[01:53.47]I won't be home tonight
[01:58.45]No bed will want my bones
[02:01.47]no arms will hold me tight
[02:05.03]I will lay down by the river
[02:09.11]on a pillow made of stones
[02:13.35]and if tomorrow comes
[02:17.58]then I may be home
[02:57.48]So blow out the candles
[03:01.35]I won't be home tonight
[03:06.14]No bed will want my bones
[03:09.27]no arms will hold me tight
[03:13.04]I will lay down by the river
[03:17.26]on a pillow made of stones
[03:21.53]and if tomorrow comes
[03:25.50]then I may be home

xxx's drowning
in a puddle by the steam
no part to his songs tonight
no sweeten of his dreams
she told him that it was over
Sunny day it's the end
teardrops playing like leiken
to the roses beneath those sands
So blow out the candles
I won't be home tonight
No bed will want my bones
no arms will hold me tight
I will lay down by the river
on a pillow made of stones
and if tomorrow comes
then I may be home
curse your luck
curse this hideous thing call fate
she said all the friends I've ever loved
I always grow to hate
She told him that it was over
Sunday it hits the bricks
it's all just an illusion
a black magician's trick
So blow out the candles
I won't be home tonight
No bed will want my bones
no arms will hold me tight
I will lay down by the river
on a pillow made of stones
and if tomorrow comes
then I may be home
So blow out the candles
I won't be home tonight
No bed will want my bones
no arms will hold me tight
I will lay down by the river
on a pillow made of stones
and if tomorrow comes
then I may be home