I Ride an Old Paint

Tell me what you want to hear... something that were like those years.

I'm sick of all the insincere, so I'm gonna give all my secrets away.

Peacebone

And an obsession with the past is like a kid flying...
Just a few things are related to the old times.

When we did believe in magic and we didn’t die, it's not my words that you should follow.

It's your insight, your insight.