Klimt 1918

La Tregua

Klimt 1918


And i try, and i try, and i try 
to forget dead friends 
just a goodbye 
Should I stay, should i pay 
Can't go back 
I know life goes on, it's too late 
I'm holding on, the smell of need 
I'm carring on, down on my knees, yes I try 
to come with you 
The long lost friend, endtime 
they sleep in mud 
Who's got the right to survive? 
I'm holding on...