rose petals at your feet, the man that he used to be
this old family. is broken, lost, all out of memories
and you'll see one day, you'll see how it changed
how it moved away.. drift farther... farther away from me
farther then i can see. but thats okay
it'll work out one day.. cause i know that
i know that, ill come crawling back
maybe one holiday, maybe far far away
these children of mine, deserve better then they ever got
and mothers not coming home tonight, cry little baby
it will be alright.. rose petals on the floor
he demanded more.. more then this old house
these old memories.. of how it used to be
some stayed.. and some will go.. some will just never know
know how it used to be, this old family
way before she died, way be he cried
way before this old photgraph
this old photograph... these old pages
those old faces.. this old fmaily.. not like it used to be
no more memories. this old family
 
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