Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?

See the cat? See the cradle?

No damn cat, and no damn cradle.

Put a ribbon round my neck and call me a libertine

Overprotection

You can't cope with my phantasies - that's why you call me immature.

Go on... love your unicorn! (I'll be around, waiting for you to wake up.)

Most people are so ungrateful to be alive, but not you... not anymore.

Communication

"Why to mute fish should'st thou thyself discover
And not to me, they no less silent lover?"
(Abraham Cowley: Bathing In the River)

Too Late

You're Fading Away

Intoxicated With Your Shadow

... wish I could show you I'm more than just words.

Jennifer. Ants. Nettles.

YOU (aka. Eşti un mototol!)

They All Love Him

...still waiting

My Fool is Somber Again