This is the start of the ending Check mate, there's no defending When it's over, it's over, it's over I'm watching all the moves you make Can't turn back now, it's too late I'm counting all of your mistakes Caught up in a crossfire hurricane Wish I could

The fate of Norns await us all There is no way to escape The day to answer Oden's call Or walk through hell's gate I feel a chill in my heart Like lingering winter cold I and my son are torn apart He was just 6 winters old My first-born was he

And in the silence something begins to unravel He says he loves her, what can you say to that He's made up his mind and there ain't nothin' you can do And as you swallow hard, maybe you drive all night Tryin' to figure out where the whole thing started

Up all night long And there's something very wrong And I know it must be late Been gone since yesterday I'm not like you guys I'm not like you Hey mom, there's something in the backroom Hope it's not the creatures from above You used to read me stories

There is fiction in the space between Sometimes a lie is the best thing The lines on your page of memories Write it down but it doesn't mean You're not just telling stories You and reality You will do and say anything To make your everyday life

My mind is telling me no No no no no no no no Baby, I don't want to hurt nobody But there is something that I must confess My mind is tellin me no But my body, my body's tellin' me yes But my body, my body's telling me yes

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas The sun is shining, the grass is green The orange and palm trees sway There's never been such a day In Beverly Hills, L.A. But it's December the twenty-fourth And I'm longing to be up north Just like the ones I used to

There's a secret place I like to go Everyone is there but their face don't show If you get inside you can't get out There's no coming back, I hear them shout Welcome to my hide away, my secret place How I arrived I can't explain You're welcome to, if you

Romero got married on the fifth of July In our Lady of Immaculate Dawn Could have got married in the revival man's tent But there ain't no reviving what's gone Slipped like a shadow from the family he made In a little white house by the woods Dropped the

John Deere lunch kid and a thermos full of Kool Aid September harvest and I missed another school day 14 hours worth of dirt and there were lessons learned Waist deep in those fields of gold 7 tons of steel and a twelve year old Working hard just to keep