If we are Nature's detour to get to five great names, you
are number six, just neglected by these days.
With all the confusion around hate, schedules, and
possibilities, under solar-system simulations, your
hesitations elegy.
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net ]
These are the last days we'll spend in this room, another
temporary shell to help me protect you.
On any ordinary night, a sip would last a song, but
tonight you're up, on your way out the door; in half as
long.