Feeling low
The lowest I’ve ever been
All the ghosts I know are now near
Feel like putting my fists in my eyes
And a bullet in my ear
I broke her heart
Many times, much more than once
While we performed our seasoned play
Cannot get her back again
But she will not go away
I am not pleased
With anything I have done
I’m just shooting in the dark
Terrified of my own reflection
Souvenirs and sparks
Oh, my home sweet home
Nice to be back back in black where I belong
You welcome me with open arms
And keep me safe, and keep me warm
It’s raining again
And it’s wintertime
No tracks in the rain do show
But you’ve been keeping your feet warm
Sure glad it didn’t snow
Feeling blue
Remembering when I felt fine
Yes the sadness will go, I know, but
I’ll be keeping your seat warm
Even if you never show
Oh, my home sweet home
Nice to be back back in black where I belong
You welcome me with open arms
And keep me safe, and away form harm