won't you come over? we'll have a cup of tea and you can tell me all the things that you seem to believe and perhaps pass one or two onto me you say for every horror there's a million acts of kindness but i' m haunted by an image and now i' m wracked with doubt and shyness oh...please... stop
you are an ocean tempt and nourish me with all of the things that make me want to live mud-lusciously the feeling lingers or is it a dream?
this philosophy is a forest more tangled up with time your company- a bolt -a blaze that burns the deadwood to the ground oh...please... stop