Cold Foot On The Ground I can feel his
Cold Foot Pressing against the Cold Train Station
Soil
Floating Away
Not a Word is Said
You were supposed to be The Anchor Not the Disease
I give up Riley Let it all begin Again Riley
What is your purpose?
Counting Cigarets
Proof of Time passing
Oh Riley
Cigarets are your Seconds
How Brave confronting Life as a void Confident in the Unknown
And your cold foot on the ground
I can feel your cold foot pressing against the ground The Cold Humid Train Station Soil
I can give you Riley