Strangers in space. passing through time. Travellers in haste. Partners in crime. Trace of a feeling. Trace of regret. Hard to remember. Hard to forget.
While standing at the junction on 42nd Street. I idly kick a pebble lying near my feet. I hear a weird noise, take a look up and down. The cause of the commotion is right there on the ground.
You were the player. And you played it cool. I was the stranger. And I played the fool. You were the teacher. And you were the best. I was the seeker.
My Prussian-blue electric clock's. Alarm bell rings, it will not stop. And I can see no end in sight. And search in vain by candlelight. For some long road that goes nowhere.
She wandered through the garden fence. and said, 'I've brought at great expense. a potion guaranteed to bring. relief from all your suffering.'. And though I said, 'You don't exist,'.
(brooker / reid). You come to me at midnight and say, 'it's dark in here.'. You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear. I tell you that I can not see but you persist in showing me.
You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.'. You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear. I tell you that I can not see but you persist in showing me.