It's sorted now. It makes no ifference and difference. To one suggests. Faint from lack of air. It needs a whistle with a twistle. But no one can hear. I didn't stay long. I have to go away to stay. As long as I could. So I'm happy here. Cos here is where the heart is. I know you think that too. Into Another. You And Me. Am I dead. Sleeping in hollow's head (X2). Listening to our tune. With headphone and volume on. I can read your lips. And in a clinical tone. I heard it said. Everything was beautiful. But nothing hurt. Into Another. You And Me. Am I dead. Sleeping in hollow's head (X2). Into Another. You And Me. Am I dead. Sleeping in hollow's head (X2)