I am a cinematographer / I am a cinematographer / I am a cinematographer / I am a cinematographer / And I walked away from New York City / And I walked away from everything that’s good / And I walked away from everything I leaned on / Only to find it’s made of wood […]

It’s cold and you’re leaving / Midnight cars roll down the street / The streetlight shines in the gutter / And you going off to sleep / But baby I sit up smoking / Wipe the ashes off the bed / Think of what you told me / And the words I never said / […]

Raging water, raging water, won’t you wash my soul in Jesus / Won’t you take away the demons that have gathered round my bed / Burning fire, burning fire, all I feel as they approach me / Oh the gates of hell have opened I am now among the dead / We are those bottom […]