Lyrics: Whoa… Woe is me. I have been troubled. It haunts me every night. It follows me each and every day. I just can’t go on living this way. Whoa… Woe is me. I have been troubled. It haunts me every night. You know it follows…

Lyrics: We are transient, like some ambient road trip sidebar, We utilize haphazard methods to keep things interesting. We deflect attention by dressing like the locals when we go to town. And all the while we’re living underground… Down…

Lyrics: Oh, the ghost of her exists And I hold her by the hips. She’s not my type but she Vexes me, unexpectedly, Like some old voice on a static phone line. The twilight is my light But she’s receding from my sight. She walks away…

Lyrics: I’m mining my dreams for traces of fresh information. Scribbling in notebooks filled with yellowing pages. The situation is complex and the meanings all keep changing. She tries but she don’t understand my peculiar demeanor. Neither…