My beloved nicky is dead today he's been dead for the last five years the wound scarred, but the scar won't fade because each day his ghost appears always walking beside me always standing behind me and every day, in every way i find something to remind me no stranger to death these days this heart, this heart has grown strong but a part of me died with him that day so this one here is nicky's song of all the friends i've buried i miss my nicky the most of all the friends i've buried i miss my nicky the most i've watched the edges fray i've watched the colors run i've watched all i care to watch i've seen what becomes becomes of us becomes of us
