A man is crying for lost love For all those years she was his all He is alone & crying softly The rain has just begun to fall As they commend another body to the ground There seems to be no consolation to be found The wind is cold & you can almost feel her die And all the preacher has to offer the poor bastard is a lie We found ourselves Out There - Survivors We found ourselves Out There - Survivors He thinks they're all kindhearted people Watching them dump her in a hole His eyes are red but very thankful You know a handshake scars your soul As they commen another body to the ground There seems to be no living - now he's homeward bound He is the last to leave a place where bodies lies And all the preacher has to offer the poor bastard is a lie We found ourselves Out There - Survivors