So draw me one more coffin nail; paint it in my skin
Warped and twisted like my soul, from the grief I hold within
I’ve carried this for months, still I feel guilt beneath the weight
For my mourning of a father and a son they can’t replace
More than brothers in arms
Cut from the same cloth
We’re not so different you and me
So why’d you have to leave?
It comes in waves, from day to day
For what it’s worth I’m drowning
But now it’s clear to see
There’s no such thing as happy endings
I still remember Friar Street; the crooked buildings and cobbled stone
I still visit every now and then; that place we called a home
I’ve carried this for months, still I feel guilt beneath the weight
For my mourning of a father and a son they can’t replace
I’ve buried family before, but somehow this isn’t the same
I never thought I’d live to see your final resting place
More than brothers in arms
Cut from the same cloth
We’re not so different you and me
So why’d you have to leave?
It comes in waves, from day to day
For what it’s worth I’m drowning
But now it’s clear to see
There’s no such thing as happy endings
Warped and twisted like my soul, from the grief I hold within
For my mourning of a father and a son they can’t replace
Cut from the same cloth
We’re not so different you and me
So why’d you have to leave?
It comes in waves, from day to day
For what it’s worth I’m drowning
But now it’s clear to see
There’s no such thing as happy endings
I still visit every now and then; that place we called a home
For my mourning of a father and a son they can’t replace
I’ve buried family before, but somehow this isn’t the same
I never thought I’d live to see your final resting place
Cut from the same cloth
We’re not so different you and me
So why’d you have to leave?
It comes in waves, from day to day
For what it’s worth I’m drowning
But now it’s clear to see
There’s no such thing as happy endings
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“The song and lyrics are in memory of a very close friend of mine who suddenly died unexpectedly last year, aged 29. A talented tattoo artist, my old flatmate, and father to a young daughter, he died of natural causes in August 2018. His death left a huge hole in my life, and I really struggled to come to terms with the news of his passing.” – Jon Sinfield (Vocalist of Memorist)