Texty: Exies. A Modern Way of Living with the Truth. Better Now.

And the funeral screams the song that it sings
The memories feel what was everything
The sound rings loud from a sick shotgun
What can never be fought can never be won
It can never be won, it can never be won

So sooner or later, I gotta believe

That she's getting, that she's getting better
While my heart bleeds, while I can't forget her
That she's getting, that she's getting better
While I'm runnin' away in my burden of shame

When my injuries are still like the eye of the storm
Then the feeling creeps in like a wave to the shore
Will I ever be whole in the half where I'm not?
What can never be found, can never be lost

So sooner or later I gotta believe

That she's getting, that she's getting better
While my heart bleeds, while I can't forget her
That she's getting, that she's getting better
While I'm runnin' away, while I'm runnin' away
In my burden of shame

That she's getting, that she's getting better
While my heart bleeds, while I can't forget her
That she's getting, that she's getting better
While my heart bleeds, while I can't forget her

That she's getting, that she's getting better
While my heart bleeds, while I can't forget her
That she's getting, that she's getting better
While I'm runnin' away in my burden of shame
In my burden of shame, in my burden of shame