Can't live, Can't seem to breathe
It's dark what people believe...

I have walked a million years
And a billion miles between...

Leave this place
Never return...

I can see now
Glass on tarmac...

Once again I’m inside this room
Four walls and no doors or windows...

Moon shadows they dance
Upon a young child's face...

In the darkness of her sanctuary, she hides
A fable of hatred, exiled against her will...

Far from home
I sit on this foreign hill...

Sing a song of finality
Of great endings...

Too many pictures and not enough memories
It’s as if the camera lived a life not me...

I’ve been waiting here a long time
Almost twenty summer suns...

You can fall asleep on my knees
And I’ll still think your brave...