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Sentinel Events - No Funeral Lyrics



Sentinel Events - No Funeral Lyrics
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Entre tus manos, esta mi vida señor
Entre tus manos, pongo mi existir
Hay que morir para vivir
Entre tus manos, pongo yo mi ser
I buried the hatchet
She buried St Joseph
Sold the house that I grew up in
I still live there in my dreams
They always take place there
When I wake up I'm still so worried
I buried my feelings
We buried your ashes
Inside of a pod seed
It's suppose to grow into a tree
I bought mom a necklace
It's shaped like a compass
It gave me direction
Now I'm just driving
Straight towards the mountains
And there was no funeral
No Catholic priest with the white smoke
And there was no funeral
No long eulogy with some trite joke
I recorded an album
Those songs that I showed you
Made you sit there to listen to them
Got a video of my phone
Of you singing Bob Dylan
A few months before you got sick
I carried you to the guest bed
You said I was a good kid
And then I told you I loved you
Then I never saw you ever again
You were my best friend
You were always there for me
I'm still calling your cell phone
But you never answer
I'm just trying to tell you the score Dad
There was no funeral
No I'm sorrys or my condolences
There was no funeral
No paying of debts or respects and
There was no funeral
No telling of old times no fond memories
There was no funeral
No closure, no goodbye, no finality
Just your surviving son
Just your sole surviving son
You never told me
What the hell I should to now
I just keep your pictures out of view now
But I know the truth
I hide from the truth
I'm just like you
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English

Entre tus manos, esta mi vida señor
Entre tus manos, pongo mi existir
Hay que morir para vivir
Entre tus manos, pongo yo mi ser
I buried the hatchet
She buried St Joseph
Sold the house that I grew up in
I still live there in my dreams
They always take place there
When I wake up I'm still so worried
I buried my feelings
We buried your ashes
Inside of a pod seed
It's suppose to grow into a tree
I bought mom a necklace
It's shaped like a compass
It gave me direction
Now I'm just driving
Straight towards the mountains
And there was no funeral
No Catholic priest with the white smoke
And there was no funeral
No long eulogy with some trite joke
I recorded an album
Those songs that I showed you
Made you sit there to listen to them
Got a video of my phone
Of you singing Bob Dylan
A few months before you got sick
I carried you to the guest bed
You said I was a good kid
And then I told you I loved you
Then I never saw you ever again
You were my best friend
You were always there for me
I'm still calling your cell phone
But you never answer
I'm just trying to tell you the score Dad
There was no funeral
No I'm sorrys or my condolences
There was no funeral
No paying of debts or respects and
There was no funeral
No telling of old times no fond memories
There was no funeral
No closure, no goodbye, no finality
Just your surviving son
Just your sole surviving son
You never told me
What the hell I should to now
I just keep your pictures out of view now
But I know the truth
I hide from the truth
I'm just like you
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Writer: Garrett Janks
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




Performed By: Sentinel Events
Language: English
Length: 3:28
Written by: Garrett Janks
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