Standard (EADGBE)

Get up get well

Leave me here in hell

There are things I remember that I cannot forget

And I haven't met them yet

If we all took to the streets

With our tongues tied tight teeth

Hanging 20 years of flesh on the shoulders of sand

Both mouths bled behind hands

When you're young

And the dust gets in your lungs

 Witness to songs that you ain't sung

Songs that you ain't sung

Get up get well

Tonight before me here in hell

I am happily humming a song that's been coming

And I can't begin to tell

I knew just what to do

Oh even though you asked me to

You said you died in the desert and you struggled through sand

You should better understand

When you're young

And the dust gets in your lungs

Witness to songs that you ain't sung

Songs that you ain't sung

Said I've been living round here too long

Till you

You told me you've been living much too long too

Said I've been living round here too long

Till you

You told me you've been living much too long too

I asked no questions I want no reply

And still you tell me why

And still you tell me why

I think you'll be all alright, alright, alright...

I think you'll be alright

Said I've been living round here too long

Till you told me you've been living much too long too

I asked no questions

I want no reply

And still you tell me why

And still you tell me why