Gray London mornin'. Wet London streets. Rain on the window. Wind in the trees. It's my time to write. It's your time to call. There's somethin' about distance. That gets to us all Dark clouds
This is my house. This is where I live. That is the winter. Those are the trees. I can hear them breathe. This is my bed. This is where I sleep. That was the dark. Those are my dreams. They b
What's your name? My name is Pain. Where do you live? I live anyplace. Where were you born? In the state of fear. How old are you? Nineteen hundred and ninety four years. What's your plan? My plan