I hate the sound of every object, of everything she could have touched but i keep them anyway. Oh please help me out. Oh please help me out ladies and gentlemen. I know i can touch the surface but she's underwater. It's kinda strange cause the fire stills burns underwater. The day or the night i don't bother. It feels like forseable murder in which i am no more the killer but the cure. Oh david you know this is urgent. We had to find a way to understand all the moves that she wanted me to dance. We had to find a way to kill the sound of the voice telling me how much you're worth. And then i've burn my hopes pretending it was nothing more. OK ladies and gentlemen. If you can take something out of this, this is like a learning process. Now you can close your eyes and take a breath. Let's pretend we're wearing the same skin. You are holding the mike, there will be a connection or something. I got something in my neck, it feels like everything she could have done. It's cold and rough and it reminds me the way she used to speak. You sing the words you don't know as we sing the sound from the organ. You don't remember where you go and where you were.