| My hand to load the gun, now that she passed away, |
| My eyes can find you hidden in the town, |
| My heart can bleed but my head is Ok, |
| My love makes noise, and shoot you is the way, |
| You know for sure I never thought to pray |
| No faith, no god, that is the only way |
| No, don’t get around cause I’m working on your grave to be, |
| So far from the sea, so close to the hell. |
| No, don’t get around cause I’m working on your grave to be, |
| So far from the sea, so close to the hell. |
| It makes sense to me, |
| It makes sense to her, |
| She’s in a coffin, on the river |
| Sailing to the sea… |
| No, don’t get around cause I’m working on your grave to be, |
| So far from the sea, so close to the hell. |
| No, don’t get around cause I’m working on your grave to be, |
| So far from the sea, so close to the hell. |
| No, don’t get around cause I’m working on your grave to be, |
| So far from the sea, so close to the hell. |