Testo Far Better Thing

Ch: But the things we love They remain here still There is time to waste And there is time to kill I see your outstretched hand Through the closing door But it's a far better thing I do Than I have done before In the white washed cancer ward With my hot blood running wild I see the pain behind your eyes And the search for a reason And the knowing and the fear Of the passing season Now please give me strength to cope And to keep our secret Please give me strange to cope Ch So it seems that murder's not so hard I've eaten flesh and blood each day And if I believe the things I write Through the passing season Then with a rifle in my hand And with a thousand reasons I'll wait far above the crowd In the summer sunshine And history changes now forever Ch From this barren land Come the seeds of war So it's a far better thing that I do Than I have done before