You can't find the phone. So you can call it off. But it might be for the best. You can't walk away, anyway. Because you've nowhere else to go. . Is he worth all this?.
Wooden floors, wooden floors whisper. And they creak under your sockless feet. A secret door, a door undiscovered. You knock so gently in case you're heard.
It's the price I guess. for the lies I've told. that the truth, it no longer thrills me. . Why can't we laugh,. when it's all we have?. Have we put these childish things away?.
It seems the day that your house burned to the ground. Was the day that you'd always planned to leave anyway. And the vast empire you come through to get here.
You called my name in the dark. Called me back to the start. The condensation is building tension. . Stubborn silence is formed. Around our bodies it's warm.