She's Making History Her Own

It pains me, I’ll suffocate myself. Take my mind, my body despite it’s failing
health. As a burden, a let down this life is not what I’d hoped
Was this love or the product of such convenient lies? And it went up in flames
and smoke. These dreams — this hope of love, it died
(Body aches, about to rain. Clouds will crack and flashed colours stain all
that I can see. We’ll fall down and down and down and down again)
I know that this is all I wanted
Was this love or the comfort in escaping loneliness? And how she cried, «Is this still enough? Are we still in love?»
(Body aches, about to rain. Clouds will crack and flashed colours stain all
that I can see. We’ll fall down and down and down and down again)
I know that this is all I wanted. A house to live. A wife to make it home.
Sons of mine, reflections of myself
Was this love?
Body aches, about to rain. Clouds will crack and flashed colours stain all that
I can see
We’ll fall down and down and down and down again