Testo Melody Of You

Distilling my spirit, 100-proof, one grain, one drop at a time. Eyes glazed and half shut; sweat and tears turn to salt and lime. If out of sight is out of mind, then I'm right where I should be. I'm running on fumes, I'm running on pride; right now I think I'll run and hide...

So carry on my friends, I'll make my peace, I'll make amends. Carry on my friends, I'll turn my back, I'll just pretend...

Consider this muse; consider this the melody of you. Consider, for the moment, that loneliness is all I have left of you...