All things must surely have to end/And great loves will one day have to part

I know that I am meant for this world

Strength

Is all you need now

The sound of shattered glass

So, this is the sound of shattered glass
So, this is the way ink is dilluted
And I didn't cut my hand
It didn't burn or explode
It was just a soft flattening
Of a colorful baloon

So, this is the sound we should be hearing now
The rituals stopped
And, how appalling!
From that window, I could see the world

This is the sound of shattered glass
Carving another one of my steps
Through the sidewalk of life

Desejos

E a realidade? A realidade é, no fundo, o juíz supremo.