Lighthouse Keeper - The Sick Bags

I am the lighthouse keeper

Trapped in a concrete tower

I wait for news and letters

Every minute and every hour

I long for you to come back

Come back around to me

To see your face once again

Like in the days when we were we

And your black is darker than mine

Along with wings that are cut off

Now my little fucker

I know you’ll never ever show

I long for you to come back

Come back around to me

To see your face once again

Like in the days when we were we