At the bottom of the ocean, there aren't many cares, just many miles of broken ships are lying there. There aren't any people, they've all disappeared
I guess there's nothing left to do now, but leave. But before I go, I'd like to have one last word with you. Tt's ten minutes to close (you're too close
We've been on this road that's buried by two feet of snow since dawn, since dawn We've stopped a dozen times so far. I haven't seen a single car for
Hieroglyphs of road reveal your secrets to the bold who dare to look and to decode them. From the greatness of these heights, within these strange geographies
I'm such a puppy for your loveliness, all doggy eyes and bushy tail. Do you fancy me as well my dear? We could be married in the spring next year. And
I never held much hope that this would last. Now you're the ghost of one more Christmas past. And it feels like a lifetime, but it's all been in my mind
If your love were electricity it might light up the broadway signs like opening night. And if your love were a small town, I might find myself wandering
frozen somewhere in the earth there lies the seed of another spring's reprieve. Bow to the horizon, we set sail. In a world with nothing left to be discovered