Once I had a dream. I could lean upon. Nothin's what it seems. It was already gone.. . Dreams I shared with you. On our way back home. Watched it all come true.
Cave In. Anchor. . Whatever makes you tired, the resting always fails. Because anywhere you lay yourself's a bed of nails. Whenever you exhale, I breathe it in the air.
This one goes out to the kids. who drove 6 hours in a stolen car,. then missed the show.. This one goes out to never. losing sight of all the. "how it's been" and "how it was." yeah..