Letra de Mourn

Hotel room of doom
I can´t find a clue
confusion broken hearted woe
sheets and pillows soaked
(my) telephone seems broken
I´m calling crucified
blacklisted no reply...
Be my eyes
stole my sight
but not my heart
I miss my 2nd home (your) adopted son doth mourn adopted son
Doth mourn
sermon served in praise
in a sacred empty space
pit no ones sorrow against your own
Seven days in vain
the last three spent enflamed (in prayer)
I stand crucified
as they´re stricken blind
Be my eyes
stole my sight
but not my heart
missing the lone state home
my blood runs cold
I mourn
stole my sight
but not my heart
I miss my 2nd home (your) adopted son
Doth mourn