Everyone's saved, we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.
He's watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
Lend me your ear, while I call you a fool.
The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.
I don't know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.