It was April the tenth
I remember it well
It was so cold that year

It was colder than hell

Things haven't been good

For you, for a while
Because I'd been on tour
I hadn't heard


And you've dropped in
With the letter you wrote

And I read it aloud
To prove that I could


And we were both laughing
Cause we know how you are
We never thought

Your quitting was good

We thought that we knew you

And I guess that we don't
Are you heavenly or
Just like the past?


We called you "the black penny"
Remember that?


The sea is wide
The streets are long

And there's blood on all our hands
With the catalyst gone


And only what's left to us
Is history built on dust
I was sweating on poet's words

Great nations and governments

Sweet lies and victories

Eager and keen to please
Those good keys are everywhere
With their thousand-yard stare


We all end up the same
Like little lambs to meet their end