Do you wanna know, know that it doesn’t hurt me?

Games without frontiers, war without tears.

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

Somebody force me to care.

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.

Both of us searching for some perfect world we know we’ll never find.

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