Then there was silence, the air like ice
Mon cœur s’est pris au miracle des îles
Gone fishin’
Do I really scare you that much
The momentary sense of having travelled back in time
He felt the world arrange itself around him
But I’m a lot tougher than you are
But there was nothing at all
His arms and legs shooting out like starbursts
He is no danger to anyone
There was a storm looming
There was still sweetness in his eyes
To me, you always look so beautiful
Almost everything could be transformed into a weapon
There is no law for him to be an outlaw from
The universe is ungoverned
It gets him out of his room for an hour, insures that he sees the sun
He can get everything back in its right place if he’s quick
He can’t seem to get it right
Friends are friendly to each other, friends help each other out
She envisioned a long corridor, off which opened many rooms – each with a friend in it
You’re the only person I can be all of myself with
His confidence seemed unwarranted
Everyone’s capable of everything
She tried to get away without being noticed
I don’t know you anymore
Every unknown word sent her to a dictionary
Gone fishin’
Their eyes were in protruding knobs at either side of their heads
That right there happening was a haiku!
He was an insanely talented programmer
A reclusive mastermind with a thin, strangely flexible head
Those were the best times in my life
He pushed his face an inch away from mine, “Do you so love me?”
The air was so still that I could hear the world turning
I was beginning to see everything as a mathematical form
And then it was time to go somewhere else
Nothing ever went the way it supposed to on the camp-outs
I was scared of him
They drifted along, changing shapes, with the golden sunlight on them
It looked like a kind of punk porcupine
Some background checking is required
What the hell’s your problem anyway?
This fellow is up to something. Undoubtedly
Just I was passing by and found the door open
I can’t explain what we’re seeing here
Certainly he’s very devoted and kind
It was a long, hard day
Everyone is doing gossip
This spying business is a dirty game
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