The Church Listen to the words, speak in tongues, walk in circles, wait for the answers, see beyond the light, let the world forget, leave your dream here, it's going to happen. Now I'm standing here now I'm standing here, waiting. Now I'm standing here now I'm standing here, longing The faith behind you, you get it for free, a setback too many, sometimes it happens, the feeling in the words, so close you can taste them, stand up in the street, open your mouth and

No Inside/Outside Close enough when lone atoms rise like ships, how can you tell what is me and what is the air surrounding? Two atoms must touch each other, what is there in nothing? We see patterns disguised as shapes. What is there between the holes, in the impossibly thin line between darkness and light?

Polanski & Manson We are in the Underground when I let it all out, I throw you a line and pray you get caught. You see my failings and maybe you love me, but you know what's best for us, you force me to leave everything I have and keep it within, leave all the words that I could have said. Thank you for rejecting me, thank you for throwing my honesty away. There is something so much more important and you save me when you take it away from me. In a conversation we never put into words I tell you with embarrassing detail, how much I think about you every day, how often you undress in my dreams. The truth is that I should shut up, drop my mask, let everything be like it should. But you know better than I do, maybe you are in love, maybe you are careful. But thank you for holding me off, thank you for saying no when I beg. There are loves so much stronger and you hold me above the surface when you drown me in you.

61 A man kneels in front of his bookshelf- does he feel empty when the silence falls? Can we find paths within loneliness, and do we have to build them on tired chords? There were no illusions when I grew up, no angels played me distorted basslines. No cool music saved my #life when I filled my throat with cotton. Seven eight minutes later everything returns to normal. An illusion of being together is suddenly painted by coarse voices. She plays bootlegs on a cassette player to find something even more real. It creates something that chafes, but is it skin or rubber that's torn when empty voices tell the truth at the same time?

A Loneliness His arms around you, you lift me from a vacuum. A last nail in the coffin for what I should never have allowed. The heat you radiate thaws my will and lands me outside a locked door. The lights from the city flickers when I stumble. In my heart, something has finally happened.