We listened to the open sound your voice projected on the radio dial. Lie with me i said and lying's what she always did and always will. All these thougts keep coming back to him. (There are no words in songs) and no one sings from Cinema. No city skyline. No paper scraps and no unfolding at five o'clock your voice skips as it always did and always will...it's the light from your sunless room scattered in pieces all around you. Recession of these thoughtless forms reciting every line as a way of life and a way of death in time we heard Ian Curtis kill himself again in your bed. In these 24 hours we stretched into a room filled with a "Heart and Soul" This is the way. Step inside and march in the procession of empty hearts. Love has torn us apart. It's a part of me and a part of you in the time we're falling apart together.