People of centuries gone by
visiting my little corner of the world...

Things are totally out of order
Cold winds are here...

He is just a part of my life
just as she might be his whole life...

Yes I know
I came to the bathroom and killed you...

The same thing
over and over again...

The same thing
over and over again...

They say he is dead
I dreamt him...

You do remember
you do you do...

You are teasing
old times...

all that must be said and done,
never utterly we did them, just one...

One generation later
He came instead of his dad...

Count
the words...