I sit and wait. Does an angel contemplate my fate? And do they know the places where we go, When we're grey and old? Cause I have been told, That salvation lets their wings unfold So when I'm lying in my bed Thoughts running through my head, And I feel the love is dead, I'm loving angels instead.

When I'm feeling weak And my pain walks down a one way street I look above And I know I'll always be blessed with love. And as the feeling grows, She breathes flesh to my bones An…

And the old widow goes to the stone every day But I don't, I just sit here and wait Grieving for the living.

— Я тут сижу жду, когда она принесёт мне что-нибудь влажное! — А вы что там, высохли в бизнес-классе?

— Сергей Матвиенко

Бойся лишь немощной старости и смерти в постели.

— Джанет Фитч