I Hate The Road So

There Is No Darkness In This Place That We're Bound Love Is The Only Thing That Matters

I Feel It Right Down In My Stomach When I'm In Touch With Something. I Don't Know What It Is.

The Dogs, And Home, Privacy Is My Constant.

As We Hang Beneath The Heavens, And We Hover Over Hell, Our Hearts Become The Instruments We Learn To Play So Well.

Balance The Cost Of The Soul You Lost With The Dreams You Lightly Sold.