Scott: (from creed)
It's been a long day at the bottom of the hill,
she died of a broken heart.
She told me I was living in the past,
drinking from a broken glass.
Chorus: ( Maynard and Scott)
I'm alone (I never wanna be alone),
now I (now I) try to face the cold.
I'm alone (I never wanna be alone),
now I (now I) try to travel home.
Scott:
I walked down to the other end of the day,
just to catch those last few rays.
I held out my hand and slowly waved goodbye,
I turned now my eyes up to the sky.
Chorus
(Both)
She'll come back to me. (She'll come back to me.)
She'll come back to me. (She'll come back to me.)
All alone in this misery.
She'll come back to me.
Maynard:
I held out my hands into the light and I watched it die,
I know that I was part to play.
My god, my time to die.
Never want to spend my life alone.
Chorus
środa, 2 listopada 2011
Tool Alone tekst
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