You're a worm through time. You remind us of Home. And ypu hear us from far away. And our voice does not touch you. The thunder song distorts you. You want this to be true. The last shell breaks now. The name of the sound. The picture is you holding the picture. We would like for You to be still. It is as though you were absent. When you hear this you will know youre the new You. You want to listen. You want to dream. You want to smile. You want to hurt. ...


One word then, one smile is enough. And We're happy. Happy that it's not True.