Walking out to the street my head swims through seas
and we start the float back home.
Catching feet on the cracks in the pavement,
We sing the songs that made our evening,
But a thousand sickly sweet love songs are a shadow on the spark you've ignited in me.

strut moves on dance floor -> merk bint upon arrival -> go back to dancing.

Due to his lack of posting I assume Cora has either killed himself or is on his way to Blackburn to kill Keane.

With all this extra stressin
The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath
When will I finaly get to rest? Through this supression
they punish the people that's askin questions
And those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions
The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons
Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions
Be grateful for blessings
Don't ever change, keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded
And things don't go the way you planned it
Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference
Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen
If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change
It wasn't nuttin like the game
It's just me against the world