Life is a long agonized illness only curable by death.
We were making love in the back of a truck and we got carried away.
This silent call you make, A silence so loud I fear the world knows it's meaning If you fill every corner of a room Where can I look? If I close my eyes the silence becomes louder! There is no escape from you The only way out is in
I'm Irish. We think sideways
In the human race today, you came last.
And God said, 'Let there be light' and there was light, but the Electricity Board said He would have to wait until Thursday to be connected.