Stable

In the green, and red, and black, and green...in our last-ditch, pre-dawn battles to suppress the return of accountability...in the stumbling, and sprinting, and balancing, and halting...in the layers of smoke and bottles, where our thoughts linger and our history is forged...in the echoes of the guitar and piano, which dance with the voices of all artists...in the covers and the car, in hotels and new homes, We continue the ultimate adventure...through the doors that never lock.