I'm not scared of silent devotion. I came, I saw, I changed my point of view, but I didn't exchange the desolation to doubt you. We are living off the world, we are making it ready for when the night comes in. We are making it ready for joy - it can do neither to understand. I'm talking about dream variations, solitary pseudo vibrations. You are living in your blue jeans, you are living in your blue jean variations. The old man follows the moon, the young man follows the sun, deeper in the depths of living - it's the words that burn. Dreams, why do they have to be so cruel, why do they have to be a part of communication.