If I open my eyes just far enough I can see what you're doing. Go on, fight to the end, it's though enough When you're on the road of ruin! - Mike Oldfield

We're looking
For the strangers
With sunlight in their eyes
Who lived on Earth
When Man was new
When Time was
Just a coloured dew
That grew inside their mind...

When I was younger I had an incredible sensitivity; I suppose there were too many brain cells, or they were organised in the wrong way, and they've either reorganised themselves or I've lost lots of them through alcohol and substance abuse. I can get along without being terrified now. Maybe I've just got used to it.

I see a picture by the lamp's flicker...
Isn't it strange how dreams fade and shimmer?