"[I]f an American jumps out of an airplane, you can't sell him a parachute until after he hits the ground.

Every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time..
Our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds…
You were a truth I would rather lose, than to have never lain beside at all.

Just turn around; turn away from me… before i lose my head. just turn around but remember me, and how you left me dead inside….
we were gonna be different; now where did those dreamers go?
i was the one who’d paint the stars and watched you while you slept. you were the one who held my heart and smiled as it leapt inside.. ...