Marcelo
Layne Burke
I had a dream you flew away
I guess that I should have known
Coz now that I've dug your grave
I regret every minute you spent alone
Please know, oh no, I never wished this on your soul, Marcelo
What do I do other than pray?
Now that my room is quiet and cold
Coz it's hard for this to fade
When I stare at your feathers on the floor
I know, I know, that these things can't be foretold, Marcelo