“He thinks that morals are paintings on walls and scruples are money in Russia.” [imdb]
I know,
someday I might be looking around, trying to find some purpose.
Well, purpose can’t be that hard to find, as long as I’ve got the wind, the wind and your love to carry me.
Pictures and photographs, memories and windows,
goodbyes and epitaphs, heartbreaks and hellos…
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map