Time doesn't exist.
Clocks do.

jueves, 14 de octubre de 2010

Slow down, the end is not as fun as the start.

You are the first one of your kind and you feel like no-one before, you steal right under my door and I kneel 'cause I want you some more. I want the lot of what you got and I want nothing that you're not. Everywhere you go, you shout it, you don't have to be shy about it, no. And you'll never be alone, come on now, show your soul. You've been keeping your love under control: Everywhere you go you shout it, you don't have to be shy about it)