some bears

in the end
all you can hope for
is the love you felt
to equal the pain
you've gone through

- editors

to the centre of the city in the night

waiting for you


-joy division

the moon tells me a secret;

as full and bright as i am this light is not my own
and a million light reflections pass over me,
its source is bright and endless,
she resuscitates the hopeless,
without her we are lifeless satellites drifting.
just let the light touch you
and let the words spill through
and let them pass right through
bringing out our hope and reason

- tool