Call it a cross Been counting the days since you’ve been lost If there’s a God, damn, he’d better run Your body in black I shook all the hands as they came past Thanking me for all the things you’ve done And you’ve been gone for thirty five hundred days And I’ll keep on, though I won’t see you anyway The last time I saw you, your eyes with sewn shut with the blood stripped from your veins And you were so far away Some have said That there is a peace found in our dead But there was a sadness in your face You loved your God and now I hate mine just ‘cause Watching you fall was my fall from grace And you’ve been gone for thirty five hundred days And I’ll keep on, though I know it’s not the same The last time I saw you, my mother held tight to her children's hands and prayed And you were so far away And you’ve been gone for thirty five hundred days And I’ll keep on, though I know it’s not the same The last time I saw you, your hands were set tight to your chest so sound and safe And you were so far away