I must have been missing the point for years. i used to love misery, heartbreak, and tears. but that's just a memory now you're sleeping here. and what's yours is mine. i wasted so long keeping hollow hearts dear. panicking, drinking when they disappear. and i'm not a prophet, no, i'm not a saint. but i think we'll be fine. but first we should set the scene with some songs that deafly describe the rights and the wrongs that led me to you and my unladen steer. it takes a few minutes but it's worth the wait