Hello there, the angel from my nightmare. The shadow in the background of the morgue. The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley. We can live like Jack and Sally if we want. Where you can always find me. And as I stared I counted.

Des mots, rien que des maux. Les mots ne sont pas de simples particules de phrases. Ces syllabes entremêlées ont un réel pouvoir. Les mots nous gouvernent, nous trahissent, nous blessent, nous réchauffent. Mais en aucun cas, ils ne laissent insensibles. Do you want to see the world? Do you want to see the world? Do you want to see the world? In a different way. I remember how we used to sing. Writing poems in your bed sit. Finding time to be the passenger.