Micheal Picking:
Long Gone Are The Rolling Hills Of My Youth.
Micheal Picking:
At 80 Miles Per Hour What Is There To See?
Micheal Picking:
Gates Of The Mountains
Micheal Picking:
Even Icarus Had A Neck Cramp And Watery Eyes Once
Micheal Picking:
This Is What Panic Feels Like.
Micheal Picking:
The Ever Fading Dunes