Dogs roam the streets. I aimlessly wander the halls and rooms of our home. I peer through a window at the dull bark and empty branches of trees bereft of their leaves and I wonder - should we attempt to flee or is there no exit?
Over the hills and down the valleys
Soaring aloft and far below
Lying on stony ground the fragments
Truth is the seed we tried to sow
Tongue tied with threads of conversation
Weighing the words one tries to use
This is the gift you must not lose
Could it be evil thoughts become me- From Strictly Confidential by Roxy Music, composed by Bryan Ferry
Some things are better left unsaid
The spell it is breaking
There is no light here
Is there no key?