A bright sunrise through shattered glass
A fountain of youth slipping through the cracks
I drag my feet through perfect sand
Toward a future I no longer understand

- "Bright Sadness", Sleeping At Last

'Cause when you think that you can swim
You don't expect the tides to pull you in
Especially when you're wading
Into rivers ankle deep

- "an epilogue: 12/22", TE/MO