Sometimes what cannot be said, can only be sang

But alone is alone, not alive

And I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart

But the tigers come at night

With their voices soft as thunder

As they turn your dream to shame

And I still dream he'll come to me

but there are dreams that cannot be

So I m waiting for this cough syrup to go down

What do you get?

Life’s too short to even care at all 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JrRGcu-I5k 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aeo86iOS0QU 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xF5uvXV93hw 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WbN0nX61rIs