Here comes that feeling you thought you forgot. It makes you shake and it makes you squirm, leaves words to die in your mouth as you choke and you burn. It can’t be borrowed, it can’t be bought. The feeling that’s old and the feeling that’s new-the feeling that feels the bluest of blue. A marriage with sorrow: come here my old friend I’ll love you more than anything else until the bitter end. Embrace me now-hug me tight around the throat just like we’ve always known. Shout to the empty corridors of my soul-Honey, We’re Home.