If you hear something late at night, Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight, Just don't ask me what it was. - Suzanne Vega

I'd like to meet you
In a timeless, placeless place
Somewhere out of context
And beyond all consequences
...And we'll sit in the silence (That flies by and is gone)
That comes rushing in
And is gone

"I've watched your palace up here on the hill And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will
Only first I am asking you why.

When the darkness takes you
With her hand across your face
Don't give in too quickly Find the thing she's erased