Atta Boy
When We’re Alone
Its Impossible
I've gone days and not a word
It's unreal, the black I draw from what's preferred

It's Incredible
What it is you seem to lack
Its untrue that I just grow up and face the facts

When the storms are coming this way
That's the time we got now
When the grounds begins to shift
We'll wait for them to get loud

It's Unusual
Why we take it all for granted
Its a mystery
Why we take back the words we planted

In the streets
Silence rattles up my bones

Ooooo-oooo
Oooo-oooo
Ooo-ooooooo

They say its solitude
That makes you stronger when you're spent
But, I'm just a post-board
Fathoming what I represent
In the streets
Silence rattles up my bones
And it's that trial
That keeps us up when we're alone