Talked out and now I'm feeling crowded. All the errands in the world won't save us now. Rained in and I won't come unclouded. There's a stillness in the
Free, alone. The predawn white light's coming on. Bottle on the night stand. I count disasters on my free hands now. Run for cover there's big one coming
Fordítás: Pedro Mariano. Ingyenes To Live.
