A dream, that's all. A shadow for this place. Western town, let's get out of this country. The good and the hopeful hand in hand. They always wanted to go somewhere. This isn't madness. It's a stain on your mind. And we'll be here still in the morning. These are the things you left behind. To clean this lovely mess, Theodora. They hide in the garden lost from sight. We increase a measure of the time. As it was never meant. But it sustains our minds. And we'll be here still in the morning. It's a stain on your mind that sustains your mind. And we'll be here still in the morning.