The darkness of my history, my cloudy days , my most hidden cries.

Es reconfortante saber que hay testigos de nuestra tristeza, aunque no sean más que nuestro reflejo.

"Sometimes I think I was born backwards. You know, come out my mum the wrong way. I hear words go past me backwards. The people I should love, I hate. And the people I hate..."

Y es en otoño, donde probablemente yo sea quien debo ser.

 « We were making history, breaking rules and breaking free » .