I had so much to say through the static of this receiver. As you left the payphone hanging in the rain with no breath on the glass. But I will still spit every word into the face of this storm. In hopes that it will reach you and be where it needs to before it's too late. Shake off the all confusion. Shed all the shadows that bite your... Let the warmth come over you and find its place in and around your bones. Under your skin and in your blood. Stop wasting all these sunsets if you want to make it out alive. And when your feet slide across the brim of the horizon. Hold your pulse like a kite before the morning comes to find you. Because you're stepping on the wings of all the angels you have burned. Time is not something you can change. It carries on like smoke signals. But you can change the course of the winds and make it through the storm. If you just reposition the echo that's been screaming on and on. It's time to hear the chorus sing out over the waves. Shake off the all confusion. Shed all the shadows that bite your... Let the warmth come over you and find its place in and around your bones. And with the breath you leave upon the glass.