J. Falcone

Sitting on a rock with a name carved in Somebody's laying under it Things that happen all around don't need me And in the meantime my heart beats See a name that I recognize Thought the date I don't remember Died in 1855, gone forever from my mind But somebody's life was better because of you And it's an awfully strange thing To feel that you don't need me and to know that I need you You're one more rock to sit upon, one more verse for my song And Somebody's life was better because of you Birds up in a crooked tree, looking down hearing me They say that it's an awfully strange thing Such a terrible creature, and still she does sing May our sins be forgiven for we know not what we do And all we want is just to be with you My my sins be forgiven for I know not what I do And all I want is just to be with you