The Hour of Ash

<< ) He still smells the hunger of a winter back

in '84. With the ghost of a skinny kid leaning against the

door. So he built a fortress out of overtime and heavy gray

stone. Now he's the king of a castle where he's always

alone. He's got a gold watch ticking like a countdown on his wrist.

While he's looking for a feeling that he's pretty sure he missed. He gave them

the world, yeah, he put it in a box with a bow.

But he's a stranger in the kitchen. And he's got nowhere to go.