Song: Where we are not

Private boarding house like fix as high-class osteopath.

Don't fight it, child, all things to the glory of the Creator!

You were ungrateful, because life broke me.
On the gravestone let him beat somehow chic.

My? Yes, everything in the clouds as a child, hovering.
You are no better than others, there are no miracles.

Where we are not, hear me and get out of the pool.
Let me go into my fictional city, paved with gold.
In the darkness I see gave foreign.
Where mercy rules, where the shore and honey.