You are the one, in your concrete arms I adore you. Dirty and dear, block out the sun. In your twists and turns I invade. You show me no fear. . We blow around like tiny leaves in a big storm.
(Anderson). . You feel like I do. Like the whole world's forgotten you. . And your life is so dull and predictable. . Your room seems like a cell. And you don't sleep very well.