Lyrics:

Verse 1:
He was a man of no small character, with eyes that echoed violence.
Sitting in his stitched together quilt of stony silence.
Ah, but we have shared grilled cheese on more than two occasions!
Think I might be a tapestry of quiet desperation.
Quiet desperation...

Verse 2:

Some days we think of ways to cure the world of violence.
We hear the news and we refuse to just stand by in silence.
Other days, we choose to chase our fickle fascinations
as we weave ourselves a tapestry of quiet desperation.
Quiet desperation...

Viva Los Muertos!

Verse 1:
Well I saw myself from outside of my head,
Oh what a sight to see...
There's someone drivin' that thing,
Ooh, but it ain't me.

Started thinkin' that I might be overthinkin' it all
Just sit back, relax, enjoy the ride and try to hang on.

Chorus:
And when you think you've finally found what you've been looking for,
The moment you stop looking you'll find something more
Waiting for you there beyond the golden door inside,
What treasures you shall find...

Jaron Hall