Fear is no home in which to hide
Fear is no plane to catch

No hotel room that's warm enough
No rented room that's quiet

A friend I've known through six degrees

Comes down to where I'm high

A friend I've known through dreams and prayers
She comes back to my side

You're so far from wanting to talk

You're so far from wanting to say something good

Feel something good

The secret lies and loves of girls
The secret lies of boys

The story of the both of us
Too close to ever love

Whiskey from the Island of Sund

Whiskey from the year you were born
Tastes like kidnap and ransom and exile

Somebody ask me what hell was like

Somebody ask me for help

Somebody ask me what hell was like

Lunging and happening, counting of souls

Every girl you ever admired
Every boy you ever desired
Every love you ever forgot
Every person that you
Despised is forgiven