Now through the blanket fog, now through the city, now comes the point of exasperation.
Now dead on the long rides out, now such a pity, now comes the point where the reckoning began.
I can’t pretend I don’t reach out, abroad on tour too sore to shout.
I sleep in the isle, drift in and doubt. This loneliness eats my insides out.
Oh too tactile for comfort, dejection can be.
We lie alone in crowded rooms even.
The reds and greens in the melancholy, paint a selfish life which was not meant for me.
How have I let this happen? How did I not see?
How did the rain drip through closed windows?
How far did you let him go, how far out at sea?
How sad, my life is just my bag of clothes.
I’m sick of the seconds, I’m sick of the hours. I was never this way, not before the drought.
I tell myself some days I’m better without, when I lay to sleep at night it’s all I think about.
But to feel your bones beside my bones, I would feel less alone.
Though when no one’s left, when nowhere is home, we live and die alone.
a beautiful record that brought me through literally the worst moments of my entire life. while dealing with entirely different situations, this album helped me see the other side of the things I was going through. the blame, the pain, the destruction, all brought on by the actions of one broken human, unto his friends and family. it made me realize the importance of life and how people care about me. it helped me realize I don't need some girl to be whole and happy. fuck that. I need the people that really love me. my own actions could hurt so many others. thank you christian, thank you the hotelier. we love you more than we can explain and we miss you. there are people out there right now, alive, who might not be if this record didn't exist. your music has saved people. it certainly helped save me.