The Rock
Album: Intent To Distribute
By: Treasure Buried Here
By: Treasure Buried Here
Duration
5:56
Genres
Description
A song made in loving memory of my grandfather.
Lyrics
People are dropping like nightmares from the sky. Heroes never live, they always seem to die. It's not who, what, when, where or why, I don't want to but we have to try. Whoa Whoa Where do I go? What do I do when I'm without you?whoa whoa whoa no, what do I do when I'm without you? Here's to the fallen souls, here's to God only knows, here's to the rest of our lives. Here's to the love we shared, here's to you being there. Dressed in black from head to toe, ink in my hand and I'm off to go. It's not who, what, when, where or why, I don't want to but we have to try.
