It's a cold November, bordering December
I see nothing, my vision is blind
I have sent my position, this is my conclusion
I no longer trust my instincts
So farewell, farewell, wish me luck
Light candles for me tonight. Give my son a hug.
And say hi to the priest,
tell him I'm a Christian now.
A part of that process nearly killed me.
You can't take my beliefs away from me.
Because no one heard my order/commando,
And there is no life in my tango.
Looked up towards the heavens and my savior floated down,
Like a feather, like a feather, my savior floated down.
Looked up towards the heavens
And my savior was shot down,
Like a feather, like a feather, my savior was shot down.
I think this song is about someone going into a situation where they are bound to die. The person gives his last words to someone to let them know that he has come to terms with the fact that he is going to die. I love the ending, because it could mean that he has a religious moment or simply a moment where he thinks that he might survive, but that chance is destroyed easily, much like a feather.
It's a cold November, bordering December I see nothing, my vision is blind I have sent my position, this is my conclusion I no longer trust my instincts
So farewell, farewell, wish me luck Light candles for me tonight. Give my son a hug. And say hi to the priest, tell him I'm a Christian now. A part of that process nearly killed me. You can't take my beliefs away from me.
Because no one heard my order/commando, And there is no life in my tango.
Looked up towards the heavens and my savior floated down, Like a feather, like a feather, my savior floated down. Looked up towards the heavens And my savior was shot down, Like a feather, like a feather, my savior was shot down.
I think this song is about someone going into a situation where they are bound to die. The person gives his last words to someone to let them know that he has come to terms with the fact that he is going to die. I love the ending, because it could mean that he has a religious moment or simply a moment where he thinks that he might survive, but that chance is destroyed easily, much like a feather.