Someone To Weep For Me

(альбом: Rolling Golden Holy - 2022)

I was named after my father
In a long line of nobodies
Waiting for the future
For the turn of the century
And I was merely cannon fodder
In the nineteenth cavalry
Waiting, waiting, waiting
To sing "Nearer, My God, to Thee"
Nearer, My God, to Thee
Nearer, My God, to Thee
Nearer, My God, to Thee

Well, the first night that I saw her
Was the last night of my leave
A stranger in a strange land
Where an angel came to me
An angel came to me
An angel came to me
An angel came to me
An angel came to me

Ah, ah

And I dreamed of Jacob's ladder
When I laid me down to sleep
And the souls all rising and falling
Through the hole of eternity
I was named after my father
In a long line of nobodies
And all I ever wanted was someone to weep for me
Someone to weep for me
Someone to weep for me
Someone to weep for me
Someone to weep for me (Oh, ooh)
Someone to weep for me (Oh, ooh)
Someone to weep for me
Someone to weep for me (Oh)
Someone to weep for me
Someone to weep for me (Oh)
Someone to weep for me