Holding your hands over your eyes does not mean that other people cannot see you.
When the world is crashing down, I will throw it on my back for you..
When you’re paralyzed and bound, I’ll be waging war, my love.
Can I have my cake? Can I have you too? Would you follow me? Could I ask you to? Would the world between us break these ties we’ve worked so hard to realize? Can a postcard say what I see in your eyes?
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map