There, deep inside the coal mine was pitch black,
Everything was doused in darkness...

Oh yes—
it’s always a good pitch that does it...

Our differences must
add to our union not to...

To offer freedom
they advanced with an extra...

I see how fate
molds into...

Nothing makes me happier than
seeing good in people eyes...

One and two are another paradox,
two absolutely diverse opposites...

Now and here are the same magnet pole
as we go...

Things in essence are
the same though interpreted...

Sunset, sunrise,
two identical positions of opposites...

Come on baby what are you doing to me, thus to us?
I am a person not a commodity that you can replace...

This is you this splendorous shine...