I

should

have

known

bet-

ter

To

see

what

I

could

see.

My

black

shroud

Hol-

ding

down

my

feel-

ings.

A

pil-

lar

for

my

e-

ne-

mies.

I

should

have

wrote

a

let-

ter

And

grieve

what

I

hap-

pen

to

grieve.

My

black

shroud.

I

ne-

ver

trust

my

feel-

ings.

I

wait-

ed

for

the

re-

me-

dy.

When

I

was

three,

three

may-

be

four

She

left

us

at

that

vi-

de-

o

store.

Oh,

be

my

rest,

be

my

fan-

ta-

sy.

Oh,

be

my

rest,

be

my

fan-

ta-

sy.

I'm

light

as

a

fea-

ther.

I'm

bright

as

the

O-

re-

gon

breeze.

My

black

shroud

Fright-

ened

by

my

feel-

ings.

I

on-

ly

wan-

na

be

a

re-

lief.

No,

I'm

not

a

go-

get-

ter.

The

de-

mon

had

a

spell

on

me.

My

black

shroud.

Cap-

tain

of

my

feel-

ings.

The

on-

ly

thing

I

wan-

na

be-

lieve.

When

I

was

three,

and

free

to

ex-

plore

I

saw

her

face

on

the

back

of

the

door.

Oh,

be

my

rest,

be

my

fan-

ta-

sy.

Oh,

be

my

rest,

be

my

fan-

ta-

sy.

I

should

have

known

bet-

ter.

No-

thing

can

be

changed.

The

past

is

still

the

past,

The

bridge

to

no-

where.

I

should

have

wrote

a

let-

ter,

Ex-

plai-

ning

what

I

feel,

That

emp-

ty

feel-

ing.

Don’t

back

down,

con-

cen-

trate

on

seeing

The

brea-

kers

in

the

bar,

the

neigh-

bor’s

gree-

ting.

My

bro-

ther

had

a

daugh-

ter.

The

beau-

ty

that

she

brings,

il-

lu-

mi-

na-

tion.

Don’t

back

down,

there

is

no-

thing

left.

The

brea-

kers

in

the

bar,

no

rea-

son

to

live.

I’m

a

fool

in

the

fet-

ter.

Rose

of

Aa-

ron’s

beard,

where

you

can

reach

me.

Don’t

back

down,

no-

thing

can

be

changed.

Can-

ti-

le-

ver

bridge,

the

drun-

ken

sai-

lor.

My

bro-

ther

had

a

daugh-

ter.

The

beau-

ty

that

she

brings,

il-

lu-

mi-

na-

tion.

Il-

u-

mi-

na-

tion.