It's all about the hairline and it's all about the game. Don't ask me to say my name. Don't ask me to share my fame. It's all about the flashlights, it's all about the flames.
Oh, no. Oh, no. . I was one with you, breathing. And was close to you, in your sleep. And I don't deny, waiting. For the little light from you. . And I wish that I had tried.