April 10th, 2011
'It stung like a violent wind that our memories dependOn a faulty camera in our mindsAnd I knew that you were a truth I would rather loseThan to have never lain beside at all’

'It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds
And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose
Than to have never lain beside at all’