Lyrics
Got your picture in my suitcase, i got your picture in my suitcase
All alone i walk this coast, some black coffee for this tired soul, i walk through these burning buildings
I search the beach for your ghost, and my own friends, i walk through these burning buildings
And my own friends, i won t be alone again Suitcase, i won t be alone again
got your picture in my suitcase
through all his flaws mine
Picture my father holding me, got your picture in my suitcase
and my own friends
Through all his flaws mine, and my own friends JT, as i see through yours all day and time
I won t be alone again, i won t be alone again, i got your picture in my suitcase
I trace the path right back to home, i wonder if he saw what i see, and my own friends
Why i m still here and you re gone, i wonder if he saw what i see JT, i won t be alone again
I won t be alone again, i walk through these burning buildings Woodruff, through the traffic on road
I won t be alone again, with the ghost of my brothers
Some black coffee for this tired soul, all alone i walk this coast
and my own friends
I got your picture in my suitcase, i wonder if he saw what i see, all alone i walk this coast
I won t be alone again, i try like hell to understand, in the honor of fallen men
And my own friends, i won t be alone again, i grab some roses and there it goes
Got your picture in my suitcase, i won t be alone again JT, i search the beach for your ghost
picture my father holding me
I search the beach for your ghost, i grab some roses and there it goes
i grab some roses and there it goes
I got your picture in my suitcase, i walk through these burning buildings
Some black coffee for this tired soul, through all his flaws mine
In the honor of fallen men, with the ghost of my brothers
I won t be alone again, i won t be alone again
Some black coffee for this tired soul, in the honor of fallen men
Through all his flaws mine, as i see through yours all day and time
through all his flaws mine
got your picture in my suitcase
As i see through yours all day and time, i grab some roses and there it goes
with the ghost of my brothers
And my own friends, through the traffic on road
got your picture in my suitcase
I got your picture in my suitcase, with the ghost of my brothers
i trace the path right back to home
and my own friends
Got your picture in my suitcase, why i m still here and you re gone
All alone i walk this coast, in the honor of fallen men