“I hold my breath and I count to three
On and on outworn
It must be five hundred degrees
Will it show in my show?”
-The Knife, “Like a Pen”
All circles vanish.
In today's room with today's view.
“I hold my breath and I count to three
On and on outworn
It must be five hundred degrees
Will it show in my show?”
-The Knife, “Like a Pen”
