‘‘The Stone Age didn’t end for lack of stone, and the oil age will end long before the world runs out of oil.’‘
...I am coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth.
And I am coming home to you if it’s the last thing that I do.
And you might just be a shiny thing, but you are the shiny thing I am pursuing.
And then you take my breath.
I say “hey, I need that to get back to the top.”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map