Из альбома: A Far Cry From Here
A mirror for a lesser human being
A broken branch to lean your weight upon
A muddy path like here
Unclear
Take the fall of man within
Draw the longest hour in
Saw birds
Squirrels in the trees
Flotsam
Jetsam about the sea
A timely order for a decent pill
Ungodly hour for tidings to begin
A labyrinth of fear
Come here
The music calls for undertones
The music speaks to those alone
Saw words hide between the lines
Made sense to the open minds
A goodbye gone
Too mannish to believe
Sailor songs
To wear them on the sleeve
Breathe
Breathe
All the flaws of man are in
Draw upon the well within
Come clean.