Fair thee well and the requiem mix I got a loan shark and a quick fix, for those I left behind, in a suit case of fire flies, find ya, I wanna treat you right, never leave you beggin and cryin. Coming down the mountain in a wet carriage, full speed like a spent marriage. I got more than enough to keep me whole. For once I’m not slightly out of control. Got crazy dreams when it breaks morning, everyday, a requiem. These morning dreams are just like memories: Late night, starring through the trees. I got words for this and the way it fits: It’s all about the light and the sound around it. Fair thee well and the requiem mix I got a feather bed and a couple of tricks, for those I left behind