Wonder shall I call you sometimes’….

I wish it would rain down on me again.

Business as usual in our pressure steamer

where reality slips from view they say that we can't take it
I think I can, can you?

There's one man under his big umbrella

while it's raining on me again.

I saw her once she was on rush... doesn’t know if I know her much.

So I wrote a note about her thoughts, a few days past and nothing like fact.

You really made my day ;) “October...

It's never where you think you'll find it;

The thing you think you're looking for, it could take you all your lifetime, and still you'd never
quite be sure. you could look everywhere, cause you know it's there…!!

Somewhere beneath the sky”

Things are different if you see what I see, It could be different… just look closely and you'll see
through those who brought you here, they have been flown, they pass it by. and the road you are
on is full of hope and….. Still the choice you make will be your own.

But you're not alone; just say hello… and you will see, things are really different, just like you &
me.

No warm, no one can hide from the storm… heart beating faster as we getting stronger.

Suddenly it’s clear and what we seek is not even near… it’s what we learn along the way from
the moment we sign the deal…

Shadows welcome the sunshine a place to dry and keep you out of this dream.
I guess I still believe a smile just a frown turned upside down, and the story of our love begins
with “Once upon a town….”

Through long nursery nights she stood, by his bed unwearying,

Loomed gigantic, formless, queer, purring in his haunted ear, the same hideous nightmare thing,
Talking, as she lapped his blood, In a voice cruel and flat,
Saying for ever, "Alice! ... Alice! ... alice!..."

That one word was all she said,

That one word through all my sleep, and in monotonous mock despair… Nonsense may be light
as air, but there's Nonsense that can keep.

Horror bristling round the head, when a voice cruel and flat… again “Alice! ...alice! ... alice!..."

She had faded, she had gone, years go with Nursery Land, when she leapt on me.
From the clank of a night train, Overpowered me foot and head.

lapped my blood, while on and on… the same voice cruel and flat, she drop, "Alice! ... Alice! ...
alice!..."

In a crater by High Wood: I lay again….

she was there with straddling legs, staring eyes as big as green eggs,
she Shot through heart and head, and there's no choice to hide, but to… to end.
The last word I ‘heard, no doubt,!" forever. “Alice… alice… alice…”

"Let that body be, he's dead…, But she didn’t see!!