"I like to look up wild at an infinite sky
Twinkling with diamonds
It's true I get depressed in fancy hotel rooms
Undressed with nothing to flaunt but my loneliness
Thinking of the night song of your hair
Premature as evening falls it calls to me
Interrupted by the sirens in the street"

Well....

hmm

At least I know that I'm in your thoughts.

sound of my soul at the moment



Whoa buddy.

Do I bite...orr...

nibble

Too bad my phone died.