I swear it wasn't me last night who banged his head right against the wall like a mallet hitting the xylophone keys during another song so sad.

It was a reaction to something I had seen, and then all of a sudden it was hard to breathe. I saw two hearts in front of me, and the one I have started to beat double as fast.

Then there was this friend who came to me and said: "Everything's alright, and sure you feel like shit but just write another song, it will make it all ok."

And so I try, I try so hard to come up with words that would take me far away from what I have in my head: roads of gravel when you just can't stand the dust reaching your throat anymore.