Some mornings when you wake up all alone.
There's not much room to go more crazy.
Why should my past keep haunting me all through the years?
Blood spilled out from the hole in your heart.
I'll dance at your funeral if you dance at mine.
The way toward the crop of gold is not far from the snow.
There are some mornings when the
sky looks like a road.
Being good isn't always easy.
You know I don't lie. Much.