It's killing us we never speak.
There's a radio in the corner, its dying to make a scene.
Lets get old, old fashioned, put the break on these fast fast wheels.
I hope I could survive without electricity. I hope we'd talk about things, tell each other stories and elaborate tales of love and mystery. I really hope if we had no electricity we'd dance and sing loudly into the small hours and annoy the neighbours. We wouldn't be cold because we'd wrap up in hats and scarves and drink tea. We'd look at each other with love, and nothing else. It would be beautiful.
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Thursday, 18 February 2010
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