The Big Gundown Lyrics - Bane

...and did i mention that there are still those days 

where i can hardly lift my head up from the pillow 

or looking out the window of the plane 

rooting for disaster 

sometimes i just run out of reasons 

but the clock keeps ticking and the minutes keep coming 

and all i can do is rise to slaughter the hours 

let the air out of these days 

killing time 

staring into corners or at strands of her hair 

waiting for the call that tells me where to next 

wishing i could trade these stupid words 

for hollow point shells 

before every move that I make equals check-mate 

did i just say her? 

this song is not for her 

no matter what i've said or longed for 

or that her name still moves along these walls 

lives in this pen 

(i've made promises) 

this song is for Buk, for 'Trane, for Wes, and for Marty 

who keep their barrels oiled and ready 

the few that I would trade ten days to spend one hour with 

rare like a ruby at the bottom of the sea 

beautiful like the sparrow in the kittens jaw 

Related 

Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs 

From MetroLyrics to You: Our Classic Christmas Playlist 

5 Totally Underrated Christmas Songs 

Photos