Optopianomologist. She doesn't live here anymore. Let's do another one. That definitely sounds lucky. How can I run away from darkness at the close of day when all I think about is... ***, that's not the groove. No, but it's sounding nice though. No faster. Is that too fast? It's borderline, it's on the bottom of that line. Let me slow it down. That was nice. First one thing you did, that was nice. I'll be quiet, you can keep the pot up, you know. Okay, two again, right? Clean. Yeah, here we go. That's what I said, I will stand. I might lose this sometime, I won't do it next time. No, you can do those, those are okay. I shouldn't have said I will, it's just that I hate the way I say aisle. Okay, this is three. I'll be standing in the aisle. Standing in the aisles. Okay, three, here we go. Okay, we're ready. Three, two, one. What am I to do? When all I think about is you. I'll stand an hour knocking. Knowing that my heart is mocking me. She doesn't live here anymore. Whoa. I don't know why I bother. What else can I do? When all I think about is you. Dream maker, heart breaker. How can dreams come true? When all I dream about is you. I don't know why I bother. What else can I do? When all I think about is you. How can I run away from darkness at the close of day? When all I think about is you. When all I think about is you.