Lie scattered at the head of every street....
Lie scattered at the head of every street....
Pain pushes me over the edge...
Only the ocean knows the depths of its blues. Only I know mine.
Lead us home...
It took me a long time to realize. I am not a goat.
A dead fan, a clock stuck... in time. So am I.
The world crashing against me does not care.
From the wings of the morning to the far side of the sea
The Weeping Chair