by J Bigga aka The Jellemeno Beavers
Copyright 2005 ASCAP
they give us life just to take it away
at the death of of every day
and what we gather along the way
i lay it down before the death of the day
the sun sets on a perfect scene in Oakland
silloetting the trees and our memories
i wont forget your street and your appartment
how every time a train passed you would roll your eyes and laugh
Roll your eyes and laugh
then we'd walk out to the beach
so the sea could see us break
we'd fall down to our knees
and cry together at the death of a day
At the death of a day
at the death of a day
at the death of a day
they give us pleasure just to sweeten the pain
of every death of every day
the sun sets on my best friends side of oakland
she stops and turns away
she set's her bite back on her plate
will she remember my eyes?
being together as we spent our time
letting another day die
in long shadows by the ocean side
At the death of a day
at the death of a day
at the death of a day
they give us life just to take it away
at the death of every day
and what we gather along the way
I lay it down before the death of a day
roll your eyes and laugh
At the death of a day
at the death of a day
at the death of a day
will you remember me
At the death of a day
treasure tha memory
at the death of a day
and what it meant to me
at the death of a day
to have you next to me
At The death of a day
it means nothing at the end of the day
when our old wrinkled hands clutch memories
at the death of the day