Piece this together and it's always a fight. This puzzle's intact and you're always right. The sky could fall, the bliss of beginning replaced with an end. And the sky could fall, it's always, it's
A cabin built for families, not for one. These fills are solitary, lonely rivers run. Ocean crash duets with cars in canyon pass. Oh, the mountains, majestic force humility This coffin's in my shad
This is your history. You made what you will be. Facts are of no concern. They upset your story The past is what we learn. It upholds your glory. Revisionist history. Revisionist history. I wan
Grew up on a man made line. That's left me warm. Count your blessings. You're the lucky one The view from this window. Is frail and brittle. And I've done nothing. To change anything These hills
