Texty: Stavesacre. Speakeasy. StEriksplan.

Last straw fell silently in still needles and empty dreams


Never was a mountain so she's heading down and then picking up speed
And it's beautiful



They only ask when I don't know as if he'd tell me where to go
Lover could you tide me over, have I told you what you mean to me




You're beautiful




Should you come down again I hope that you remember me that way


The story's reached it's end and now I walk away

Start over somewhere else


Where no one knows my name
Sweethearts pick and sweetspots bleed and love gives way to loyalty



And nothing's free or guaranteed and sometimes love escapes such misery


And it's beautiful



Moonlight through broken wide country all around



But every mile she's farther from a lifetime with each mile she forgets more



And it's beautiful



Don't look for me again I will not be coming back this way



The story's reached it's end and now I walk away
Start over somewhere else


Where no one knows my name



No one knows the words I've spoken, the paths I've chosen
The promises that have been broken

Where no one knows the words I've spoken the paths I've chosen

Where everyone that I know knows Him




Reconstruct

Self Destruction