Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Deadhorse
The refining of a rebel was underway
His name was Kal
Solitude was his crucible
And his volition to survive its hearth and its flame
Although in time the embers dimmed
They still continued to scorch him
It was not long before Kal had melted almost completely
But in his eleventh hour
New purpose came to him
In a most surprising way

Drifting like a leaf
Into a sleepless night
Where restless bеds
Color appetites

Soaking in my grief
Thе fruit is growing ripe
And dreamless dread
Dares the teeth to bite
Still hope lives in a memory of a...
Holiday, a get away
Full of golden times and drowsy wine
A holiday, the perfect place to say
"My love, this world was made for us."

Endlessly they creep
Ravaging my soul
Devoid of doubt in stereo
The brides I'd never seek
Avoidance shall behold
Despair and shadow my betrothed

Still hope lives in a memory of a...
Holiday, a get away
Full of golden times and drowsy wine
A holiday, the perfect place to say
"My love, this world was made for us."

Holiday, a get away
Full of golden times and drowsy wine
A holiday, the perfect place to say
"My love, this world was made for us."

For us

This world was made for us