Marilyn Manson - Thrift lyrics

early years consist of only silence

his image is buried beneath a falling sun

a cold day

another holiday

your minutes turned into empty hours (years)

a cold day

another holiday

my thoughts of you are far from gone

I'm not among

the boys whos bearings vanish

when autumns memories

become more vivid

the sound of your voice is

like a melody left unfinished