Quote of The Day:

• Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

Artist: Killers, The

We took a walk that night but it wasn't the same
We had a fight on the promenade out in the rain
She said she loved me but she had somewhere to go
She couldn't scream why I held her close
I'm swore I never let her go

Tell me what you wanner know
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
There aint no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine
So come on, oh come on, oh come on
Oh oh oh

I know my rights I've been here all day and it's time
For me to go so let me know if it's alright
I just can't take this
I swear I told you the truth
She couldn't scream while I held her close
I swore I never let her go

Tell me what you wanna know
oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
Then you whisper in my ear
I know what your doing here
So come on, oh come on, oh come on
There aint no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
Oh oh oh