Slow Major - Cassino

All the good moments

Mortar for the others

Stack them all together

Frame a memory better

Your shape fell apart here

Like the build of a bad engineer

Like a motor in cold air

«I want to go home»

The weight on a number

Father Time has a terrible hunger

The wait on the weekend

In a broken down hospital chair

All the bad moments

Nail in the shutters

Shelter or supper

Clothes from the gutter

A song to a coma

I could never really make it mine

Medicine pagoda

«You'll do just fine»

The weight on a number

Father Time has a terrible hunger

The wait on the weak end

And I never really heard your voice again

It’s been so amplified

It’s been that way ever since you died

This room will be cleared out soon

There’s a light without a view

A terrible toll paid in full

Are you ever coming back through?