Curl like smoke, and breathe again
Down your throat, inside your ribs
Through your spine, and every nerve
Where I watch, and I wait, and yield to the hurt
Chris Cornell
What a voice. Gone too soon.
A better lyricist than voice, but absolutely gone too soon. When one has created children one should not hang ones self. His demise from mental illness hits so very close to home & reopens wounds long healed. So many in rock have taken such a course & it is painful....again.