The Queen Is Dead - Abay

I got myself a space coat

I’d like to shoot a gun

Black pills stuck in my throat

But it seems I’m having fun

I can’t contral the fear that I can’t crack

But I guess that’s something I just forget

I think I need some sleep

Cause I feel that I’m too tired to creep

This place is undertaken

with a certain kind of greaf

Don’t tell me I’m mistaken

Miss a promise I can’t keep

I can’t control the fear I can’t crack

But I guess that’s something I might regret

Desolate out in the cold

I’m looking for something that could give me some kind of hope

I keep the future as bright as gold

I’m trying to put things right but I think I’ve lost control

I’m getting away as far as I can get

I wish I could stay and have some time to spend

I’m getting away as far as I can get

I wish I could stay but it’s always much too late (?)

I’m getting away

I’m drifting far away

You can stay

I’m drifting far away

You can stay

I’m drifting far away

You can stay

I’m drifting far away

I got myself a space coat

I’d like to shoot a gun