A butterfly flies through the forest rain
And turns the wind into a hurricane
I know that it will happen
'cause i believe in the certainty of chance
A schoolboy yawns, sits back and hits return
While round the world computers crash and burn
I know that it will happen
'cause i believe in the certainty of chance
And i believe
I can see it all so clearly now
You must go and i must set you free
'cause only that will bring you back to me
I know that it will happen
Because i believe in the certainty of chance
Sometimes at night the darkness and silence weighs on me. peace frightens me. perhaps i fear it most of all. i feel it's only a facade, hiding the face of hell. i think of what's in store for my
Dren tomorrow; "the world will be wonderful", they say; but from whose viewpoint? we need to live in a state of suspended animation, like a work of art; in a state of enchantment... de
D. detached.
