I saw the light fade out
of my sister's eyes,
watched her killer kneel
down and cry,
like watching my own
life die.
You don't know who I am,
and I don't know who you are,
but if I could wish
upon a shooting star,
I'd wish for every day
to be just like the one before -
I saw the light fade out
of my sister's eyes,
watched her killer kneel
down and cry,
asked for one more day
to say goodbye.
I sang her a song
as she bled to death,
and wished the ground
were her baby bed,
and that sleep was all it every really was.
And the whiskey actually gave me a buzz.
