Catching Ashes - Dying Sunday Lyrics

Towel's been tossed I feel we'll be moving on
Tempting fate with a break and no more arm in arm
Cheers for so what somewhat caring if you'd call
But then again not at all
Cuz I'm dying Sunday
So start crying blood stains
Pinch in a fistful of grace
Cuz I'm dying Sunday
Digging a hole look out below
Begin to wander now began to wonder how
This town is lost I'm lost and better of saving face
Drink's been laced with a trace of simple R and R
Chime in two cents breath mints might be your best call
Or maybe speak nothing at all
Commemorate choose what you say so carefully
I've been giving you early warning