And I'm glad you got away, But I'm still stuck out here, My clothes are soaking wet, From your brother's tears.

The end of paralysis, I was a statuette, now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench, and when I press the keys it all gets reversed, the sound of loneliness makes …

And I never thought this life was possible,You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for.

And there's kids playing guns in the streets And one's pointing his tree branch at me So I put my hands up I say 'Enough is enough, If you walk away I walk awa…

I have had worse partings, but none that so Gnaws at my mind still.

Cripple crow say something for our grieving, where do we go once we start leaving. Well close that wound or else keep on bleeding and change your tune, it's go…

... loss either teaches you to persist in the face of suffering, or hardens you into a bitter cynic. Sometimes, it does a little of both.