Sunday mornings were your favorite. I used to meet you down on Woods Creek road. You did your hair up like you were famous. Even though it's only church where we were going. Now, Sunday mornings I just sleep in. It's like I buried my faith with you. I'm screaming at the God. I don't know if I believe in. Cause I don't know what else I can do. I'm still holding on to everything that's dead and gone. I don't want to say goodbye cause this one means forever. Now you're in the stars and six feet's never felt so far. Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers. It hurts so hard for a million different reasons. You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces. Digging through your old birthday letters. A crumpled twenty still in the box. I don't think that I could ever find a way to spend it. Even if it's the last twenty that I've got. I'm still holding on to everything that's dead and gone. I don't want to say goodbye cause this one means forever. Now you're in the stars and six feet's never felt so far. Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers. It hurts so hard for a million different reasons. You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces. I'm still holding, holding, holding on. I'm still holding, holding, holding on. I'm still holding, holding, still holding on. I'm still holding on. I'm still holding on to everything that's dead and gone. I don't want to say goodbye cause this one means forever. Now you're in the stars and six feet's never felt so far. Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers. It hurts so hard for a million different reasons. You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces. Thanks for watching!