There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard,
No song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart.
Our dreams, they are made out of real things,
Like a shoebox of photographs
With sepia-toned loving.
Love is the answer,
At least for most of the questions in my heart,
Like why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
Sometimes life can be deceiving.
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together.
 

 

 

   

 

The sea's only gifts are harsh blows, and occasionally the chance to feel strong. Now I don't know much about the sea, but I do know that that's the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once. To find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions. Facing the blind death stone alone, with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head.