[01:28.45]Frost in the morning
[01:31.79]Dog barking
[01:36.28]Emptied the trash
[01:39.42]Lit my cig
[01:44.54]Licking my lips
[01:46.76]Still tastes like oatmeal
[01:51.90]Licking my lips
[01:54.65]Still tastes like oatmeal
[02:01.80]Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes
[02:07.26]The histories and stories that are never spoken
[02:13.06]My empty soul is screaming out
[02:18.65]I'm starting out in the world of pandemonium
[02:32.89]Back in the days
[02:35.66]Hands on deck
[02:40.18]Struck in my head
[02:43.10]I don't know why
[02:47.88]Licking my lips
[02:50.73]Still tastes like your lip
[02:55.51]Licking my lips
[02:58.39]Still tastes like your lip
[03:05.80]Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes
[03:10.92]The histories and stories that are never spoken
[03:16.72]My empty soul is screaming out
[03:22.52]Just starting out in the world of pandemonium
[04:16.62]As I come down from the up above
[04:24.62]I know the ones are gone from here
[04:32.16]Uncrowned life
[04:35.95]A westbounds sign
[04:39.77]I saw deerhounds running wild again
[04:51.42]Again
[04:55.34]Again
[04:58.91]Again