Breakfast Can Wait
discoThe Morning after
discoThe Warmth
discoStill Remains
discoOur bed we live, our bed we sleep, making love and I become you. Flesh is warm with naked feet, stabbing thorns and you become me. Oh, I'd beg for you. You know I'll beg for you.
Old Fashioned
discoNostalgia – it's delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, 'nostalgia' literally means 'the pain from an old wound'. It's a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn't a spaceship, it's a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards… it takes us to a place where we ache to go again.