Текст Kublai Khan – Beneath A Crescent Moon

Cry for god

Home at a dead end
In the creek past the fence you’d find him
Too young to know the hurt the world holds

Still I’m stunned by the news
Why is it I still think of you?
Life’s come a long way since the cul-de-sac
To tragic tales on train tracks

For what it’s worth
It’s kept me up late
So many years past
And I never lost sleep

But now I question what was in your head
What had happened since we weren’t friends
Fuck

Cry to God
Life lost

As I write you’re in my mind
Sitting down to analyze

The events and how they unfold
Your emotions and the stories untold
The hardest part for me alone
Is knowing that I’ll never know

Not meant to know