It seems uninteresting Almost mundane That two perfect halves of one soul were made Made for a search unlikely to prevail Made for “it...

Let me tell you a story A story of a man Who told tales He’d hold up his head Bring his chest forward And close his eyes in vein He’d...

Honey honey What is it about your smile? How come you’re always happy? It must be a lie. It cannot be, that every story Simply ends fine....