VickerMonkee:
There you are, sitting in the garden, clutching my coffee...
VickerMonkee:
Getting my history on...
VickerMonkee:
Say you'll haunt me...
VickerMonkee:
I would hear your footsteps...
VickerMonkee:
Have a seat...
VickerMonkee:
Solemn Graves
VickerMonkee:
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.