t was 1881 when my grandfather died,
And to this day I don't know why, I feel as though
I am too small for his shoes,
Yes i am
With a long beard and a slow heart, I used to hear him say
But I still have stories to tell
it never pours, rain is never gentle to a tormented soul
(oh and) he who never speaks, has a thousand voices within
"and I have you, but you have them"
Yes you do
Mercy, mercy, cries the sweat of my hands
Now they move a little faster, and they whisper to each other
It's gonna be a big, big fall
Yes it will
Death has a funny way of sneaking up on me
That's what i say so i can sleep
But the screams won't go and the thunder won't talk to me anymore
(oh and) he who never speaks, has a thousand voices within
"and I have you, but you have them"
Aiming at my heart
I will never let the wolf go
"and I have you, but you have them"
Yes you do