He hoped to be remembered as the one who told his men to turn back
And go where he'd begun
Roses are the flower he would prefer
Scatter all his ashes on the pier
Genova Heights, Genova Heights
Are hard to leave, are hard to leave
The bedroom lights of Genova Heights are hard to leave
You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood
wrong
would
window
waiting
where
thought
scatter
roses
heights
glass
closed
flower
morse
never
bedroom
neighbourhood
endless
ashes
asleep
begun
hoped
should
remembered
nights
leave
lights
moment
night
blows
prefer
right
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