There was a feeling on the air like the eve of the end of the world...

Success is hard, rewards are scant and the glory not always there.

Hurricanes couldn’t remove you from my mind. You’re my world and I’m incapable of not loving you.

There was a feeling on the air like the eve of the end of the world.

For every blissful moment you must an anguish meet.

A wounded animal yet bears teeth