sounding too much like a motivational greeting card the end is just the beginning of something new but all along the way i kept noticing little things that made me think of you even though i started out to write a song obliquely and anonymously you'll search between the words and find the ones to which you belong
separated by the city some phone lines and technology your words can reach deep inside we managed to create a meeting place a little place where we can hide in the blue room we can hide secrets told and questions answered meet me in the blue room later
nothing tangible its all data are letters lost forever after? this winter is mild but its cold inside my bed quiet on the outside inside i go wild when i close my eyes i see you when i open them none of it is true
