I could lay down,
watch the clouds fall...

In your soul....,
where do we walk in the cold...

Ember-
what could I forget by the campfire...

Gone in the wind,
Corinthian in the fall...

These words are written in smoke;
ink written from my bone marrows...

I figured out the pieces of me through all of...
through all of the signs I've missed...

All hope is gone;
wishing I could hideaway in the night...

Memories come to me like a ghost;
finding my way home through Skid Row...

All these words are ugly;
so I take a step to breathe to leave it all behind...

I see the lightening cracks in the sand;
before the storm...

Turn back time for the fool and maybe we could...
forget the silence...

Raw,
I see every loop hole...