I once saw these eyes - eyes of curiosity - eyes that were eager to find out ... and time stood still again.
Who will paint the corpses, who will paint their lips? Who will break their fingers for their last prayer?
Every morning at nine o'clock John opens his tobacco shop. Fred enters his office with an increase of headaches ...
A slight flicker in her eyes - she sat their right in front of me. Games are foolin' us, games are talking to us, games are the one to rule the world ...
It's supposed to be a sunny day today - and I checked the post box for the secret mail. But here I go - unstreamlined and unusual ...
I saw him walking around the old house right beside - in earlier times she made money on these streets. The young smart broker in his black dress suite ...