Texty: Farwell. Cancer's In The Air Tonight. A Random Night In August.

The air, it feels so cold tonight
And I'm not too sure that I'll be here tomorrow
Or if I am ready to take
These consequences we call fate:we call fate

So just forget these promises I never kept
And everything that I regret
Cause we'll never know if it's time to go
So hold on tight and enjoy the ride

And if I should die tonight
Please know that everything happens for a reason
I appreciate that you all prayed
That hopefully I could be saved:I could be saved