There's a storm coming down
Right above my head
There's no place to be a home
But all I need is a bed
I quit all good manners and start to feel alive, instead
I regret some things I've done
But I stopped to be haunted
I'm a mess wearing pants
But you don't have to look after
'Cause there's nothing, no more
My day won't be spoiled
And i thought that limbo comes after the grave
Now, i see the freedom i got you can't take
I was locked from inside, pretending to have a life
But, somehow,I think it's done
Lies under my tomb the troubles I've made my own
Resting around my bones
All the bohemian suburbs
They are not in grief
Beside their wall I found some relief
Everything is fine
In this drunken eternity
And i thought that limbo comes after the grave
Now, i see the freedom i got you can't take
I was locked from inside, pretending to have a life
But, somehow,I think it's done
Lies under my tomb the troubles I've made my own
Resting around my bones
Locked from inside, pretending to have a life
But, somehow,I think it's done
Lies under my tomb the troubles I've made my own
Resting around my bones