Basic communication

Like clouds and the ice of winter Like mist by early dawn Like the plague and the curse of an inner nightmare One million miles From oblivion to where the guideline goes One million tries Between the...

Pilgrim with no blood on your hands On your way to the shrine You say that right here between us The hand of God drew the line Did someone throw dust in your eyes? Are you too blind to see? Tell me...

Stretched out far in a late night bar In another town Cruises on slow burn You wake in the morning with the mind of a shadow But you never look back If my thoughts were rays of steel Lay down here for...