Miles4: Everyone's an ocean drowning with no one really to show how they might get a little better air if, they turned themselves into a cloud. :smoking:
Miles4: It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room, when I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds.
Miles4: You will move, with me we will stay still and words will move around us. Surround us in gold and in our world, we will be silent.