(feltenberger) 
 
life as we know it has come to an end 
a suburban catastrophe 
it's time to start mourning the death of a friend 
who's standing in front of me 
 
and I can't stop the hatred that wells up inside 
as I look for a glimmer in his vacant eyes 
and I can't do a damn thing 'cause I can't feel a damn thing 
with a hole in my heart that's a thousand miles wide 
 
'cause the smile has left his face 
the portrait of happiness he can't retrace 
gone is the love that once lived there 
it's cold as a stone, cold as a stone 
 
it's laid out before him with trembling hands 
but the parts don't seem to fit 
and the 34 winters haven't left him as cold 
as this one conversation did 
 
and I don't understand with eyes open wide 
why you see love so clearly but it still leaves you blind 
and I can't do a damn thing, 'cause I can't say a damn thing 
and I can't stop this woman from pushing him aside 
 
'cause the smile has left his face 
the portrait of happiness he can't retrace 
gone is the love that once lived there  
it's cold as a stone, cold as a stone 
 
life as we know it has come to an end 
nothing can be the same