[Verse 1]

Well, here I am, six feet down,

Lyin’ in the cold, hard ground.

Ain’t no lawyers, ain’t no fights,

Just me and you in the dead of night.

[Verse 2]

We tore love apart like a cheap paper page,

Turned every touch into war and rage.

Didn’t matter what the kids went through,

Long as I was right, long as I beat you.

[Pre-Chorus]

Oh, don’t you act like some saint in the dirt,

You threw your words like they didn’t hurt.

Left me hollow, left me mean,

Taught me how to love like a war machine.

[Verse 3]

We played our games, yeah, we kept the score,

Made our babies choose, slammed every door.

Never saw the tears in their little eyes,

We were too damn stubborn to apologize.

[Chorus]

Now we’re talkin’ from the other side,

No more blame, no more pride.

All the hurt, all the fights,

Were just echoes in the dead of night.

We lost it all, we lost our way,

And now we’re just voices in the grave.

[Bridge]

But listen close beneath the stone,

I hear your voice soft as a moan—

“I’m sorry.” And I say it too.

For all I broke, for what I put you through.

If ghosts can cry, I reckon we do—

Salt and shadow, me and you.

Wish we’d learned before the end,

That love don’t have to break to bend.

The kids, they’re grown, they found their road,

Carved from all the weight we owed.

Maybe they’ll do better than we did—

Hold their hearts, protect their kids.

[Chorus]

Now we’re talkin’ from the other side,

No more blame, no more pride.

All that anger, all that pain—

It don’t mean nothin’ in the rain.

[Outro]

If I could reach across this line,

I’d take your hand, make it right this time.

A whisper’s all the dead can save—

A quiet peace in a quiet grave.

© 2026 Thomas Bruggemann, Heartfelt Lyrics