Back On Shore Everyone Was Pretty Messed

...life's Big. If You Can't Fix It, Give It A Spin.

I'm All Soils West When The Earth Lets Go. I'm A Thousand Julys.

Prometheus, Thief Of Light, Giver Of Light, Bound By The Gods, Must Have Been A Book.

And Where There Is No Echo There Is No Description Of Space Or Love. There Is Only Silence.

You Shall Be My Roots And I Will Be Your Shade, Though The Sun Burns My Leaves. You Shall Quench My Thirst And I Will Feed You Fruit, Though Time Takes My Seed. And When I'm Lost And Can Tell Nothing Of This Earth You Will Give Me Hope. And My Voice You Will Always Hear. And My Hand You Will Always Have. For I Will Shelter You. And I Will Comfort You. And Even When We Are Nothing Left, Not Even In Death, I Will Remember You.