(S. Engel). . Well, I'm back to make your face. So it smiles once again. And harpoon you like a whale. With a bent and rusty nail. . If your husband knew, he'd say.
Wasn't it a good year. Wasn't filled with talking. It still moves through my heart. From time to time. City after city. Granite gray as morning. Heroes died in subways left behind.
I seen a hand, I seen a vision. It was reaching through the clouds, To risk a dream. . A shadow cross the sky. And it crushed into the ground, Just like a beast.