Every morning I would see her getting off the bus the picture never drops

it´s like a multicoloured snapshot stuck in my brain

it kept me sane for a couple of years

as it drenched my fears

of becoming like the others

who become unhappy mothers

and fathers of unhappy kids

And why is that?

´Cause they´ve forgotten how to play

maybe they´re afraid to feel ashamed

to seem strange to seem insane

to gain weight

to seem gay

- I tell you this:

That it takes a fool to remain sane

Pole küll selle ülemise tekstiga absoluutselt seotud, aga
Palju õnne vanavanaema, palju õnne vanaema - sünnipäevaks
Ja palju õnne vanaisale pulma-aastapäevaks.
Kevad hakkas eile. Ehk sulab juba lumi ja lumikellukesed pistavad pea mulla alt välja? Ja ehk läheb soojaks nüüd?

Parimate tervitustega Londonisse. =)