The year. Two-thousand and seventeen master!. The man. Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesied. The mission. To carry out the word of the shepherd into this cold world.
Oh no, not you. What are you doin' here?. Our voice could be hard now. Can we put him in the back?. . Robin, Robin, Robin. I used to get dressed for you'll now.
I remember. When you look into my eyes. You saw right through me. And I could not hide. I was exposed. Just like a town. All of my heart. You hold it in your hands.