And I could take away the trips from you
And I could take away the salt from your eyes
Take away skin and salt in you
And I could give you my apologies
By handing over my neologies
And I could take away your shaky knees
And I could give you all the olive trees
And look at the trees and look at my face and look at a place far away from here
-- Wolf Parade, "I'll Believe in Anything"
Looky what Max got arrested at. Good for him. It's good to strike back at the darkness, let 'em know you're still there.
