Antenna

And you hold your head high like Ben Nevis, where clouds seem so tangible and nothing it seems is impossible when you realize the one you love. So realign your antenna, perception is the key. There are timberwolves dressed up like little boys and they'll tear you limb from limb and desperate lips pay service to any soul that will listen, copper pieces clatter in their pockets, one for every confession. And here in-between my pages, these sighs of sadness, you cry of a love that you've never known but hey you're still so young.

Don't hold your breath forever my dear, you'll end up being like me.
Don't hold your breath forever my dear, you'll end up being like me.

Written by Vincent White - The Cardiac Solution