It was so cold in hell

I remember it well

It was so cold that year

It was colder than hell

Things haven't been good

So you leave for a while

I was off on a tour

I hadn't heard

Eve dropped in

With the letter he wrote

And I read it aloud

To prove that I could

The neighbor boys laughing

Cause you know anwar

We never thought

Quite enough good

We thought that we knew you

And I guess that we don't

In heaven no more

To repeat the past

We called you the black pen

Remember that?

The sea is wide

The streets are long

And there's blood on all our hands

And the cat is gone

And only what's left to us

Is history built on dust

There was sweat on a cold source

Of missions and governments

Supplies and victories

Good girl and king to please

The still keys are everywhere

In a thousand yard stare

We all end up the same

Like little lambs to meet their end