Good evening, Marie. Stop time. Two thousand years. Hell as time goes by. I don't know more than I did before. The more I ask, the more uncertain I become. All answers have to be given. And the answers get nothing. That's why I'm a little scared at night. Because my future is so disgusting and sad. And I'm getting old and gray. I never get smart enough to understand what I have to. It never happens to me. So I cling to you. When I wake up and a dream and heart are in the way. So fast. So fast that I have to hide it away. It's the worst thing I've done to myself and to you. I think so. Maybe. I never find balance. I've been away from you for so long. The mascara tears dry for me. We mix gin and juice. I don't care about a thousand and seven. Nevertheless. Nevertheless. Can someone stop time? Before we disappear. Can someone stop time? Before we disappear... Can someone stop time? Can someone stop time? Before we disappear. Can someone stop time? I'm not allowed to say, because I'm old and gray. But I'll probably never be wise enough to understand what I have to. It never happens to me. So I hug you. When I wake up from a dream and my heart is hammering away. So fast. So fast that I have to hide it away. It's the worst thing I've done to myself and to you. I think maybe. I never find the balance. I've been away from you for so long. Mascara and tears, they drip on me. Mix with chin and juice. I'm not allowed to say, because I'm old and gray. But I'll probably never be wise enough to understand what I have to. It never happens to me. So I hug you. When I wake up from a dream and my heart is hammering away. So fast. So fast that I have to hide it away. So fast that I have to hide it away. So fast that I have to hide it away. So fast that I have to hide it away.