Now I No Longer Wish To Be

And Then The Days Came When I Was Alone.

London Is Like A Cold Dark Dream Sometimes.

A Room? A Nice Room? A Beautiful Room? A Beautiful Room With Bath? Swing High, Swing Low, Swing To And Fro...this Happened And That Happened... And Then The Days Came And I Was Alone.

A Room Is, After All, A Place Where You Hide From The Wolves. That's All Any Room Is.

Very Few People Change After Well Say Seven Or Seventeen. Not Really. They Get More This Or More That And Of Course Look A Bit Different. But Inside They Are The Same.