red.dahlia:
all you need is...
red.dahlia:
and we'll walk in the sun
red.dahlia:
you love this town.
red.dahlia:
all of the lights.
red.dahlia:
as dreamers do.
red.dahlia:
making lemonade out of lemons.
red.dahlia:
occam's razor.
red.dahlia:
i wear my...
red.dahlia:
a million little peace signs.
red.dahlia:
making love out by the lake to our favorite song.
red.dahlia:
a rose by any other...
red.dahlia:
i go back to black
red.dahlia:
and i can hardly stand it anymore.
red.dahlia:
con te partiro.
red.dahlia:
city of night.
red.dahlia:
you should have seen it in color.
red.dahlia:
and the world spins madly on.
red.dahlia:
through the looking glass
red.dahlia:
to worry, worry, super-scurry.
red.dahlia:
i put my thing down, flip it and reverse it.
red.dahlia:
"If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite."
red.dahlia:
bubbles and ... um...
