Oh my old friend / how did we get so far so soon / chasing dragons in the
white of the map / in the blue of your veins
Maybe we'd played / our little games / in the dark of the world / for a bit
too long / and lost our souls
And with death's release / the knowledge comes / it was the life all along /
we'd been afraid of / in carriage golden / drawn by horses blind / i saw you
leave this mortal life
Oh my old friend / we grew up boys with a shadow of a man / and neither one
of us was afraid to die / had a cyclops asked
For had we not / buried a graveyard / of screamings ghosts / with a bitter
pride / and called it life
And all tomorrow's games / are just a memory / of all the things you dub too
common / in carriage golden / drawn by horses blind / i saw you leave this
mortal life
Oh do not want too bad / or the price will be too dear / and do not want too
much / or you're not ready to let go of / and do not judge / for what do you
know / of a life with nothing to gain / and everything left to loose
In carriage golden / drawn by horses blind / i saw you leave this mortal
life
[for christopher krogius 1969-1998 - i.]