He turned his back to her, walked out the door...
Alone, her hoop skirt gently moving by her side...

Ya wanna play a game?
You're so sly...

Love is...
beautiful...

How many times have they told me I can\'t? Damn, I...
You can\'t sing...

What a mistake.
Why was I so foolish to believe that someone could...

Beautiful
I am unbeautiful...

Smooth, orange, round safari sun,
creeing up behind the trees...

She breaks through the solid cold glass window...
Running, running, never stopping...

Stillness and blackness.
The evening has developed into night...

The blunt vines.
The obvious purpose of these lethal ropes...

Staring into space,
focusing hard on the lines and ripples in the...

Warm smiles
and hot tears...