Из альбома: In Memory of Loss
I was a brakeman, the sharpest of them all
Hoping to be there and it good
I was a bum rush, and pardon the self lust
It wasn't always understood
I was a combing I comb every shoreline, I wanted to damage just a few
Hoping our timing won't be swift enough
And they'll carry us away. And they'll carry us away
I was a cold one, colder than ever,
Did you feel the chill I left on you
Now back on the brake lines and steeper than I climb
Well if there's one well it be you
Take your rind, take your fall and laying your trap for me
Take this wig up off my head it did what it had to do
It runs back, straight and true and leaving no more