The wonder of love reduced To a function of hormones The wonder of life reduced To a reaction of instincts The wonder of belief misused For power for power The blindness of both As an answer to the Separation of one...

Then I was young it was always too late to grow old... (... other summers ...)

Lights fade slowly. (Another favourite track forever.)

Our sanctity bears no relevance. (Massive flashback because.)

... with broken hands but without violence.

In a bar that's always closing..

Another actually crucial track from an album that kind of stayed in heavy rotation for a quarter of a century now (good god).

4 o'clock in the morning and still we cannot sleep...

Not much commenting I guess.

Relistened. Ages later.