Everything I say is stuck in my throat. Everything I say is smeared where it's wrote. Rocks upon dirt, metal upon skin, the distance will hurt, and I'm not left handed. Everything I hope is here on my fingertips. Everything I hope is floating ships.
Batman to robin, salt to pepper, the feelings in my shin, and I'm going to smile
Everything I fear is the future.
"Everything I fear," says the morning rooster.
Bronze was gold, orphan was home,
The summer was cold, and you're right