Even though there’s no way in knowing where to go,
promise I’m going.
...But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
...I can’t ask you to give what you already gave.
Light up, light up as if you have a choice.
… All I want is to find an easier way to get out of our little heads.
… Have heart, my dear, we’re bound to be afraid.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map