I'll be your shadow. In the morning when you awake. And I'll be your shadow. When at night you will go back to bed. . But sometimes still we'll have to leave.
I suffer for my sanity every night. But I won't know. I forgot where I come from. . The record spins with the beat of a. Vague fragility of my memories.
We'd like to take a year off to think about. What brought us here and where and when. Everything went wrong. . Now we're standing in the welfare line.
i lost connection to everything i have. the last time i seen you it was just coincidence. and you did not seem to be too interested. so i just left without goodbye.
would you call me at midnight?. would you do that?. just to let me know that you're there. to hear your breath on the line. gets me to sleep tonight. just sometimes.
Whenever back and forward again. I feel like them. Whenever back and forward again. I feel like them now. . I got it right here. Round two and knockout.
I wonder how to make it clear. What all of this means to me. The friends I made, the things I've seen. To you this means nothing. . Nothing feels alright.
Hey, I forgot to mention I'm not a member of your team. I just can't accept your standards. And I'm running out of dreams for the hopeless. I grasp what's left for me.
Can't you just drive me home tonight?. My hands are shaking. The lights from the oncoming cars will blind me. When all I only want is to stare at my feet.
Another drag from cigarettes. Smoked down to the filter. I know I have to face the change. And now I'm in that game. These are lessons I can't learn. .
I'm just like anybody else. Let's start it once again. I'm just like anybody else. Yes I am. . And if I thought this to an end. It meant that nothing is ever meant.
Yes, you're so funny, let's be friends, okay. I'm not exactly the most wanted criminal. No, I'm not, I wasn't and I'll never be. Well, may I question your interrogation strategies.
You're nothing new to me. And all the things you say. Have been traced out for you. You're nothing new to me. . I've seen your kind before. Playing holy war.
What has become of us. The good times we had. This is an attempt at the conversation. To recall the safe place we made. . I am taking this more serious than anything.
I have seen this part of the street. So many times from your window. And it never felt that cold. Yeah, never felt that cold. . The people walking down this street.
There's something going on. The guards have changed their uniforms. We see Utopia turned into. A claustrophobic nightmare. . Here is life defined by deadlines.
The noblest ideas. Might turn into a farce. Make sure you do not. Lose them all. . Your pace is growing slower. Now it would not cross your mind to riot.
I'll just be sitting at this table, forever. I can't stand arguing any longer. She said as she got up to leave. . Then she left, and I'm still here. I can't imagine what she thinks.
the problem with survival of the fittest is the corpse at your feet. this little inconvenience. we got the power if we unite. it really is that simple.
Every single day on every job. They make things go from bad to worse. Every crisis just another file. So deal with it and leave it burned. . Statesmen keep them fed.