Jeromes Dream
Pines on the Hill (with Guests)
Your last call comes in the morning
It's good to hear your voice
As they cut through me
I see your face the way it was
When I saw you last
As they cut through me
I start to go numb
The heat is cold
Lay still
Feel the floor
My legs give out but I
Want to see your face
One more time before I
Let you go because
I'm never coming home
I'm never coming home