A Voice Lifted to the Heavens.
I come and go,
Vast Sand to never ending snow,
Westward gaze to the unknown,
Darkness over coming where the sun once shone.
I hate this Distance.
I hate My self.
I hate, this fucking Phone.
I hate you saying good night.
"It is not a cry that you hear at night, It is not some one who has seen the light. It's a cold and Broken Hallelujah."
Vast Sand to never ending snow,
Westward gaze to the unknown,
Darkness over coming where the sun once shone.
I hate this Distance.
I hate My self.
I hate, this fucking Phone.
I hate you saying good night.
"It is not a cry that you hear at night, It is not some one who has seen the light. It's a cold and Broken Hallelujah."