The Freedom Of Birds Is An Insult

She Was Gone And The Coldness Of It Was Her Final Gift.

All The Time You Spend Tryin To Get Back What's Been Took From You There's More Goin Out The Door. After A While You Just Try And Get A Tourniquet On It.

They Were Watching, Out There Past Men's Knowing, Where Stars Are Drowning And Whales Ferry Their Vast Souls Through The Black And Seamless Sea.

On This Road There Are No Godspoke Men. They Are Gone And I Am Left And They Have Taken With Them The World.

Here Beyond Men's Judgments All Covenants Were Brittle.