Из альбома: At Dawn
some say, death is the easy way and I think they're right
Cause nights tick, by like a long week except when you stop by
And I know that tryin gets nothing done and I see you're about dry
Cause nothing gets you high, you're poor the day you die,
and alcohol it only makes you tired
But seein you feels good, and its always understood
That anything much sweeter would make me die