The Sea Of Lost Memories (Patreon)

Stuttering, cold and dampSteal the warm wind tired friendTimes are gone for honest menAnd sometimes far too long for snakesIn my shoes, a walking sleepAnd my youth I pray to keepHeaven sent hell awayNo one sings like you anymore

Black hole sunWon't you comeAnd wash away the rainBlack hole sunWon't you comeWon't you come