One tenth of her. i feel her talking thru my stand-up hairs. which of you, or does he touch them, or is he daft. it's hard boys. alone and old, it's really like her, it wears her clothes, i might be, i might be. but you're not me and you don't know i'm back in the mine. don't be afraid my love for you to die. it stands its ground as i stand mine. the ex-flesh of the temperature, i'm just as beautiful as your light allows.