feel. She said just pick up the phone. (confusion the waitress. ). She said don't go dark on me again. She said. She said the silence in the silence I see you my confidence she said. She said
tiWhere The Streets Have No Name. arU2. al. I want to run. I want to hide. I want to tear down the walls. That hold me inside. I want to reach out. And touch the flame. Where the streets have no name
Counterfeit, counterfeit. That's what you're shouting at me. I could run but I'd sooner have this. End Amicably. Lick the blood stain from your finger. Say what do you see?. Remind you that
Sweet in winter sweet in rain. Shake well before use she said. You never touch me anymore this way. Connector in. Receiver out. You let me in through the back door. . Ride the sainted rhythms
. Two numbers click between her touch. When you pull me down into them. Rising and rising. Through the inside of a glass eye painting. Calling me in there. . Get that sweet stuff. . All these
