I want out of this place. With no reminders." It stings - sulphur tears in cinnamon rain.
Cinnamon RainI had no tears to shed nor a prayer for the deceased... There is no hope for the hopeless.
Burning BridgesThe tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.
Born in Fire...the heart is a muscle like any other. Tearing it down is the only way to make it stronger.
BruisedI'm not saying he was, like, crying tears of man pain over the phone, but he sounded upset.
Saving June