In the early days you ran about me, thought I wouldn\'t pan it out see. I remember you lonely girl, seeking shelter in a lonely world. Carrying your third mistake, it couldn\'t wait and for heavens sake you struck gold. She found a nice estate with a decent yard and a closing gate.
I\'m like her.
In the pits and quaint with nothing, every love is fight or flight.
All or nothing.
Quiet night.