I had nine lives but I lost all of them and I’ve been searching in the night and I’ve been searching in the rain I tried to find them but they disappeared they walked away they dressed in black they left my side and all I say is that I wasted time when I looked for them for now I know that things gone past are never to be found again no never never again I had nine lives but lost all of them
Я считаю, что, помимо прочих важных эстетических соображений, мы читаем романы вот почему: они дарят нам уютное ощущение, будто мы оказались в мире, где понятие правды бесспорно, тогда как настоящий мир — место куда менее надёжное. but never finished it and I’ve been searching for the thought and I’ve been searching in a haze I try all days to remember it but now the blueprint in my mind has gone my mind forgot the colour of direction and my eyes they see the hands that could have built that could have constructed the empire in my mind the empire I’ll never find I had a plan but that was where it ended