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 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 
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