You never gave me your number, so how could we possibly go out to wander together? Even if i had your number, how could you possibly take the necessary amount of time off, to travel with each/itch and everyone of us threw some flowery forests or wooden woods?
or tejk ›Quicksand‹ – a song from Björks new album ›Vulnicura‹
» when we're broken, we are whole
when we're whole, we're broken «
How kumm, that peepill vo-lun-tæ-ri-ly (!) pey a hundred Yuros to gou see/here æ concert of a person summ_uann THATSICK?