älskar att skriva i min dagbok såhär på kvällskvisten. det är oftast väldigt osammanhängande&oförståeliga saker, men lite så är min hjärna nu. 

rain, streetlights and lonely hearts. the music of the city's been like this already from the start. restless souls running scared, with lots to give and lots to share. nothing to lose, they are aware. so they give themselves away, but what's to lose and what's to gain? let's run wild and let's run free, what will happen we will see. let the music of the city drown you completely. a dynamic hearbeat. a pounding heart. wistful minds torn apart.