3 June 2012
Two lost souls drowning their sorrow. The good old mans glass they borrow.
Two lost lovers seperated by the sea. The good old love, again they need to see.
At the bottom of my bottle lies all the answers I need. Just a shame I won't remember, when I wake up indeed.
They drink their poison, in joined solitude. They're one and the same, better than hollywood.
On The House • Opuss № I