Where the rivers meetyou tell me of your black dreams.Your memories make me uneasy.But I listen because I knowmy listening like all other listeningallows you to heal.
The wise have pitied the fool that hath striven to give a life In the world of time and space among the bulks of actual thingsTo dream that was dreamed in the heart and that only the heart could hold.Oh wise men riddle me this What if the dream come true
Yes Thats what all our talk about a decent world has been... just so much bullshit.We did say it was still only a dream.And a bloody useless one at that. Lifes a fuck-up and its never going to change.