Every Word I Say Has Chains Round

After All This, What Happened? What Happened Was That, As Soon As I Had The Slightest Chance Of A Place To Hide In, I Crept Into It And Hid. Well, Sometimes It's A Fine Day Isn't It? Sometimes The Skies Are Blue. Sometimes The Air Is Light, Easy To Breathe. And There Is Always Tomorrow.

I Found When I Was A Child That If I Put The Hurt Into Words, It Would Go.

I Want More Of This Feeling - Fire And Wings.

She Had Left Me Thirsty And All My Life Would Be Thirst And Longing For What I Had Lost Before I Found It.

Even The One Moment That You Thought Was Your Eternity Fades Out And Is Forgotten And Dies.