moriarty
decaf'
it was the first he had a decaf' it was the first he had a decaf' and she had seen it with her own eyes you know the road was still long long with no ending it was the last time she heard him laugh and she would only believe what she saw she heard voices pounding in her head she heard voices pounding in her head she heard voices in her head and all around when they arrived they crossed the cemetery the snow was deep it made them shiver like the trees over the neckar river an epitaph was written on a grave right above the initials of his name and she was dead before the age of forty soft moss and leaves felt like an unmade bed soft moss and leaves felt like an unmade bed he could not remember when and why he was dead centuries of green towered above their heads centuries of green towered above their heads my father lay somewhere below this earth she heard voices pounding in her head she heard voices pounding in her head hear the voices i hear the voices hear the voices pounding in her head hear the voices pounding in her head hear the voices pounding in her head hear the voices pounding in her head hear the voices i hear the voices hear the voices