amy, amy, amy

and though death is sound

i hear nothing around

and the silence i was bound

were her tears watered down

i wondered when i was young

how she cried

when she sung

and when i close my eyes

i see a place, divine

one which i could never find

oh the mistake was mine

of everything i tried

love was a waste of my time

and while you wash your mouth

ten times to seize the drought

he who the band played out

still played the band anyhow