Destruction, destruction. L.Foley.
It’s a brand new day. The words we say here are everlasting; they don’t ever stop. It’s ok that I am a black hole. You’re my star. I’m absorbing your atoms into my heart. It’s cold out here, this time of year, in outer space; as always, my lips are soft from your chapstick. All your nightmares are stained glass windows. Well, I’m a rock. I’m feeling destructive. I’m feeling destructive. Is this love that I feel? Is this Love? Well, I barely even know myself. Tell me, how could I know you? Is this love that I feel? Is it Love when I'm so afraid of all of this? I know I'm nothing without you.

From Northern, 2006.