Ralph of London - A Song for the Gamekeeper Lyrics

Good times only seem like a
Rare and fleeting dream when I'm
Trying to believe you respect me
But it's empty
Find myself walking alone again
Through the belly of the beast
That's when I feel I've reached my peak
And I wont let them get the best of me
What a fine day to die
What a fine day to die
Wouldn't it be nice
To go out on a high
Rarely does it seem like
A balance is achieved
When we're caught up in this grief
That just frets me
Then it sends me
Out alone on the road again
The shape of things to come
But if tomorrow brings no peace
I'll be embraced up in eternity
What a fine day to die
What a fine day to die
Wouldn't it be nice
To go out on a high, yeah
So you wonder why I need
To get out my head and be
Carried far away from these memories
Oh these memories
What a fine day to die
What a fine day to die
Wouldn't it be nice
To go out on a high