I will miss the sunshine.
I will miss the moon.
I will miss the snowfields that put sparkles in your shoes.
But I am gone, I am gone.
If this road leads to destruction, it�s hell that I call home.
I could kiss you darlin, but these hands are stained.
I could beg forgiveness, but it can�t bring me home again.
No, my love. No, my love.
If this road leads to destruction, it�s hell that I call home.
You could throw me out, you could burn my boat and I ain�t one to wonder why.
But you brought me here to lay my stone-my love, my love- on this black day in July.
You could call me sinner, you could call me saint.
Yeah, you can call me what you will, but this home�s about to break.
Oh, my love, I never I wanted it this way.
Well, you know I loved you darlin, but it�s in hell that I must stay.
You could throw me out, you could burn my boat and I ain�t one to wonder why.
But you brought me here to lay my stone-my love, my love- on this black day in July.
I will miss the moon.
I will miss the snowfields that put sparkles in your shoes.
But I am gone, I am gone.
If this road leads to destruction, it�s hell that I call home.
I could kiss you darlin, but these hands are stained.
I could beg forgiveness, but it can�t bring me home again.
No, my love. No, my love.
If this road leads to destruction, it�s hell that I call home.
You could throw me out, you could burn my boat and I ain�t one to wonder why.
But you brought me here to lay my stone-my love, my love- on this black day in July.
You could call me sinner, you could call me saint.
Yeah, you can call me what you will, but this home�s about to break.
Oh, my love, I never I wanted it this way.
Well, you know I loved you darlin, but it�s in hell that I must stay.
You could throw me out, you could burn my boat and I ain�t one to wonder why.
But you brought me here to lay my stone-my love, my love- on this black day in July.