In Best of War & Love 2004.2007


(And Stories Of) Beautiful Lives

Eric Vain
Eric Vain


You touch at my flesh but I no longer feel familiar
There is a hole. See where I bury my behavior
It’s a lonely ghost that haunts a peculiar state I fall though
I don’t know how the hell that I am there
You are what I could fear
A train of death No derail - tracks are built like a god
Glory perspired and is stripped with all my red, red, red blood
There is a hole where signs point toward surrender
Though I don’t know how the hell I could ever end it here
Suppose you’re I what fear
Run under hills into my hole
This is the place that I call home