If the sacheting of gentlemen. Gives you grievance now and then. What's needed are some memories of planing lakes. Those planing lakes will surely calm you down.
I suppose I'm glad I'm on this train. And it's long. Somewhere between Dunkirk an Paris. Most people here are still asleep. But I'm awake. Looking out from here -- at half-past France.
First time I seen you, I knew. You had come undone for someone mistreated you. The ringing in your ears, the salt in your tears. Yes, I know I would feel sick at a dirty deal, yes I do.