Текст песни Indian Giver

No broken hearted people,
No crash, no flame,
No sermon at a casket
Nor a howl into the grave.

Every bone was in position.
Ever hair was in it's place.
A light comes. [x4]

Pulled of a dark country road.
New Roman suicide note.
All the way, all the way closed.
So it goes.

No organs to be salvaged,
No teeth to be compared.
We asked for no police involvement
Because we knew you weren't there.
We threw a birthday party
And at the table in your chair,
A lightness. [x4]Every Time I Die - Indian Giver - http://ru.motolyrics.com/every-time-i-die/indian-giver-lyrics.html

Pulled of a dark country road.
New Roman suicide note.
All the way, all the way closed.
So it goes.

As long as your name is on my list
Or your story written in the choruses,
Then true death couldn't get you.
But when it's spoken for the last time,
The weight is lifted.
A third eye.
So I make a vow to forget you.

As long as your name is on my list
Or your story written in the choruses,
Then true death couldn't get you.
So I make a vow to forget you.
Oh, I make a vow to forget you.
Oh, I make a vow to forget you.
Oh, I make a vow to forget you.