These are the seasons of emotion and like the wind they rise and fall This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold. This is the mystery of the quotient, quotient - Upon us all, upon us all a little rain must fall. It's just a little rain, oh yeah
Monday, August 3, 2009
"Waiting for the room to rise."
"Waiting for the womb to rise."
I didn't write down what the actual line was, but it most certainly wasn't either.