Nagging Annie - Original Songs

Dead Men Walking

 

On the day that he wuld grown no older, 

Scott was near, life was clear

A wet chin, rested, upon my shoulder

A last breath against my ear

 

As a death rattle, my eardrum scoldered

Scott was clear, life is dear

Felt Iced fingers, grip my shoulder

Spat a truth, brain stem seared

 

Chorus

You and I, We see dead men walking

Marking time, changing shoes

You and I, we see dead men walking

Broken Spirits, shades of blue

 

On the day, tha she would grow no older

Sylvia knew fear, death near

Sensed the weight lift off her shoulders

The path steep, the drop sheer

 

I know Sylvia now as she laid wet towels

I know her as she knelt on the floor

I know Sylvia, as she internally howled

I know her as she opened the oven door

 

You and I, We see dead men walking

Marking time, changing shoes

You and I, we see dead men walking

Broken spirits, shades of Blue