And so it's, Just like you said it would be. Life goes easy on me, most of the time. And so it's,
The shorter story. No love, no glory. No hero in her sky.... I can't take my eyes off of you.

- The Blower's Daughter -


So why do you fill my sorrow with the words you've borrowed from the only place you've known. And why do you sing Hallelujah, If it means nothing to you. Why do you sing with me at all?

- Delicate -