We rode hard for the boat, hard as we could. "No tears," you said, "Understood?". "Understood?" I said, "All right". . 'A crowd will be born', 'only born die'.
Under the pillow. I bury my head and try to shut Chicago out. As it turns out, there's a whole other world of sounds. Of perfect fifths low skids and Arctic howls.
The exact feeling. Is coming back around. The tiger's wheeling. And covering some ground. . I'm up to my torch, I'm up to my tits. Maybe I got no more interest.