The past, present and future walked into a bar - it was tense.
Our doubts are traitors, making us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.'
The bar was walked into by the passive voice.
Please help me build a small boat One that'll ride on the flow Where the river runs deep And the larger fish creep I'm glad of what keeps me afloat
Interpol Yours is the only version of my desertion that I could ever subscribe to.
