Reincarnation of Yesterday - With the Dead

I write your name in my breath on the window Sit and watch as it fades away The painful memories Of the tears of yesterday The sky is cold and gray Just like it was when we both went our separate ways And the rain won't wash away All the dirt of my mistakes So I write your name in my breath on the window Sit and watch as it fades away The painful memories Of the tears of yesterday The deafening sound of rain It's not enough to drown my thoughts to ease the pain So instead I'll soak it in While I stare outside again And I write your name in my breath on the window Sit and watch as it fades away The painful memories Of the tears of yesterday I try so hard, but I can't seem to let go I lost so much when you walked away The painful memories Of the tears of yesterday The sun just won't seem to come out Not since you walked away Now I cannot escape I cannot escape the rain The rain So I write your name in my breath on the window Sit and watch as it fades away The painful memories Of the tears of yesterday I try so hard, but I can't seem to let go I lost so much when you walked away The painful memories Of the tears of yesterday Yesterday Yesterday

Manifesto You never read the lines Manifesto from a festival Preparing every night Another show for the living Suffered and crafty people The truth is where they are In trance, get into it You are still looking for What you had there at all times You call it, true will And now I ask you to wear the skin of the conqueror... Dance with the dead All I can give you are these rhymes I wrote for you They are not from heaven. Dead music for the living takes my heart Now god is Dead It's Dead, It's Dead, It's Dead Manifesto You never read the lines Manifesto from a festival Preparing every night Another show for the living Suffered and crafty people The truth is where they are In trance, get into it You are still looking for What you had there at all times You call it, true will And now I ask you to wear the skin of the conqueror... Dance with the dead All I can give you are these rhymes I wrote for you They are not from heaven. Dead music for the living takes my heart That heart is Dead It's Dead, It's Dead, It's Dead