Blind

“No sense of harmony, No sense oftime, Don’t mention harmony, Say:What is it? What is it? What is it? “

Right this way

“I see it allThe leather seat, the steak we’ll eatAnd then that train conductor’s callHe’ll say, “Right this wayWe’ve reserved this just for youYou’ve been waiting for this dayIt’s the least that we can do””

Tomorrow’s World

“Look to tomorrowThe end of our sorrowOur world could be so full of joy” Matthew Bellamy