around. but it keeps my nights full. no more nights with no encore. this salt in wound scenario is growing old. but i'm protected by a thousand layers of built-up skin. designed to protect what you've destroyed within. i'm not waiting around. you have opened the door. waiting for nothing more. no more touring around. but it keeps my nights full. no more night with just us four. this salt in wound scenario is growing old. and all i have to show for it is scars. just promise that you will always be the one. who talks when i refuse to speak. just let me miss