Tekster: The Canvas Waiting. Scout.

Everybody in the room acts as they know my state of mind
Says one day child you'll be fine again
As your walking towards the door through the glass I see your silhouette
And a bouquet of flowers that these people left
It sinks in and I sink down
Forever resonates as I lay my head down.

Everyday is gift but we live life like tomorrows coming
Before the day is over ill be losing sleep assuming there's a morning
But I'll carry you proud as a spotlight for a world that's begging to understand
What it means to live while you're alive.

Everybody waits in line to shed a tear for such a noble life at such an age
It's such a shame oh it's such a shame
But as if he's done and gone should we be sad or jealous of the company
He shares that we could only dream of.
You can bury what remains but it only serves to unearth the live he lived
Set free the live he gave.

Everyday is gift but we live life like tomorrows coming
Before the day is over ill be losing sleep assuming there's a morning
But I'll carry you proud as a spotlight for a world that's begging to understand
What it means to live while you're alive.

This pain might last awhile but I'm scared to death ill never see the sun again
My idle heart refuses beating
Could you show me there's a way?
So take a breath and breathe me in and let me out again
I can't afford to be alone in this.