Beyond the Sun - Shinedown
Beyond The Sun - Shinedown
Speak to me
So I can understand your tongue
You seem rather fragile
It's been said
It's cold beyond the sun
Have you ever been there?
Communicating thoughts of ways
To never have to speak again
Let me be the fire in your head
Bring what's yours, I'll take what's mine
And meet you on the other side
We'll leave a sun so anyone can find us
A better place, a sweeter time
We won't need any wings to fly
A place beyond the sun
Look for me
The way you would if you were blind
Don't be so resistant
I've been known
To travel much too fast
Is that you in the distance?
Communicating thoughts of ways
To never have to speak again
Let me be the fire in your head
Bring what's yours, I'll take what's mine
And meet you on the other side
We'll leave a sun so anyone can find us
A better place, a sweeter time
We won't need any wings to fly
A place beyond the sun
Communicating thoughts of ways
To never have to speak again
Let me be the fire in your head
Bring what's yours, I'll take what's mine
And meet you on the other side
We'll leave a sun so anyone can find us
A better place, a sweeter time
We won't need any wings to fly
A place beyond the sun
I am still alive. Dispite the attempts of the cable and billing companies to shut me down. I found the house bills the other day and most of them are a month behind and due tomorrow or within the times before the 12th. My father has told me to transfer everything into my name and all the previous bills should go to the estate. . . . That bothers me. . . . But my choices are few. If I attempt to pay them all then I’ll break myself because I’ll be almost totally broke. . . . What do I do? I was only here a month, should I pay ALL the bills from the last two to three months? Or should I just send them to the estate and open up new things in my name? I have no idea what to do. Dad says I need to start fresh to avoid any more stress than I have. God, the stress is becoming overwhelming. . . . I have to remain strong. . . . Too many people are counting on me. . . . I need to hold together. . . . Somehow.
Until next time,
Corey
Speak to me
So I can understand your tongue
You seem rather fragile
It's been said
It's cold beyond the sun
Have you ever been there?
Communicating thoughts of ways
To never have to speak again
Let me be the fire in your head
Bring what's yours, I'll take what's mine
And meet you on the other side
We'll leave a sun so anyone can find us
A better place, a sweeter time
We won't need any wings to fly
A place beyond the sun
Look for me
The way you would if you were blind
Don't be so resistant
I've been known
To travel much too fast
Is that you in the distance?
Communicating thoughts of ways
To never have to speak again
Let me be the fire in your head
Bring what's yours, I'll take what's mine
And meet you on the other side
We'll leave a sun so anyone can find us
A better place, a sweeter time
We won't need any wings to fly
A place beyond the sun
Communicating thoughts of ways
To never have to speak again
Let me be the fire in your head
Bring what's yours, I'll take what's mine
And meet you on the other side
We'll leave a sun so anyone can find us
A better place, a sweeter time
We won't need any wings to fly
A place beyond the sun
I am still alive. Dispite the attempts of the cable and billing companies to shut me down. I found the house bills the other day and most of them are a month behind and due tomorrow or within the times before the 12th. My father has told me to transfer everything into my name and all the previous bills should go to the estate. . . . That bothers me. . . . But my choices are few. If I attempt to pay them all then I’ll break myself because I’ll be almost totally broke. . . . What do I do? I was only here a month, should I pay ALL the bills from the last two to three months? Or should I just send them to the estate and open up new things in my name? I have no idea what to do. Dad says I need to start fresh to avoid any more stress than I have. God, the stress is becoming overwhelming. . . . I have to remain strong. . . . Too many people are counting on me. . . . I need to hold together. . . . Somehow.
Until next time,
Corey