Fuscous Presages Don't Help Remaining Cool. Numberless Reproaches Have Blocked My Escapes and No One Ever Will Give Me a Ride to Your Place. No One Will Miss My Silences, Too. It's Not Really Inestimable - Still It Has a Value to Me. You Just Seem Not to Care; An Eternity Awaits for You to Understand.

Keith Berry

2005 · 4:04