An Adventure

I just got home from my 2012 SX tour last night. Nola to NYC, direct. It was successful on so many levels, even the things that weren't were in some ways. I came home with a new tattoo, a little anchor. It's spring outside now and my bones and heart are welcoming it all. This is on repeat:

 

Cold is the water
It freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind
And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand

And you are the mother
The mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life
And you have your choices
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand

But I will tell the night
And Whisper, "Lose your sight"
But I can't move the mountains for you

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