I believe in love to the power of ten. I don't believe retaliation strikes can make amends. I believe. I believe again. I cut down the flags on the wooden ship.
The low pressure band. had broken up but not let go. As holy stormy monday. broke out on the streets below. If not to hear your voice. is still the thing I can't replace.
The Salvation Army band played. And the children drank lemonade. And the morning lasted all day, all day. And through an open window came. Like Sinatra in a younger day.