Patrick
I'll find the fairest path...

Grit my teeth and I hang my head
Twist the sheet, now pull the thread...

The strength of my youth, it sickens.
The tears in my throat, they thicken...

I swept it away.
Simply put...

Outside where the pines they go for miles
Inside where the walls they sigh and they smile...

Goodbye June,
I left your machine in the desert...