No one here gets out alive.

You live you die and death not ends it.

We have assembled inside this ancient / and insane theatre / To propagate our lust for life / and flee the swarming wisdom / of the streets

There's the know. And there's the unknown. And what separates the two is the door, and that's what i wanta be. Ahh wanna be th' dooooooooorrr...

The best songs just come unasked for. You don't have to think about them. Summer is a good time for songs.

[...] My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.

Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss