Games without frontiers, war without tears.

I’ve heard that it’s quite acceptable and surprisingly fun.

Somebody force me to care.

Caught between the moon and New York City.

We all belong to everything.

Ain’t there a pen that will write before they die?

All my favorite places, my city had been pulled down.

I can develop my brooding potential.

Well, sometimes I love you on a Saturday night. Sunday morning, you don’t look right.

Tried to see your point of view, hope your dreams will all come true.