Everything is safely stored in the Archives
“Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?”
I want so much to open your eyes, ‘cause I need you to look into mine.
...With all the hurt that I’ve done, hold it high for me
that can’t be undone, hold it high for me
light and guide me through, hold it high for me
I’ll do the same for you, and hold it high for me
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map