"Black Kitten" » Michael Gordon Clifford

Os corredores pareciam…tão vazios quando não havia ninguém a tentar passar esmagando-te que nem uma sandwich. Subi as escadas e nas cadeiras que costumavam estar vazias, hoje especialmente, estavam altamente concorridas.

"From day one I talked about getting out
But not forgetting about
How my worst fears are letting out
He said why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
When breathing just passes the time
Until we all just get old and die
Now talking's just a waste of breath
And living's just a waste of death
And why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
And this is you and me
And me and you
Until we've got nothing left"