It's a quarter to midnight
And words just don't quite...

A bitter ale in my hand, the bar is half empty
The leaves outside fall, inside there's stories a...

The shivers of a naked land stir the morning awake...
It yawns through the forest, hills and hidden lake...

The light in your eyes grows dim every day...
Cus you got to stop and listen to what they have...

I'm an immigrant from foreign lands
Who made the trip crawling on my knees and hands...

The morning's turned into a sloth grasping at non...
Moving solely out of obligation...

Life is funner on the edge...
Oops...

The Morning falls through my ceiling...
with the weight of heavy snow...

I saw you late last night,
Still walking on the cusp of taking flight...

Clear skies and a horizon that was blue as the...
In that hill The wind blew and blew in spite of...

It was a cold night....
I found myself alone...

Among other things he  once failed to...
Is...