When you were young, you saw the sun. Now that you're old, it's black and cold like your heart, beats fast, don't let the feeling pass. Into the air, like a cloud of chlorine gas. That burns you alive, while I weep, and you cry. Things will never be the same, things they always seem to change. Even when you die. Laura, please come home, come home to me.
released April 27, 2012
Stefan Ruby, Michael Laine