All language subtitles for Hemlock Grove -S03E05 (Boy in the Box)

I was thinking
maybe you were a no show.

- Middle of the day.

Hard to disentangle from work.

- So many flakes
on the message board.

You never know.

But you're here now.

Let's see what I'm
working with here.

- You're negative?

- Just tested.

All top and popper friendly,
just like the posting says.

No!

No, Daddy.

Daddy, no.

Daddy, no.

Hey, it's me.

So listen, what happened
yesterday with that guy

was a terrible thing.

And if I could take
it all back, I--

but what happened before
the shooting with us,

that was maybe the most
beautiful thing, at least

for me.

All the gunfire in the world
can't change that.

I'll say a prayer for the guy.

But call me back when
you get this, OK?

I need to see you.

It's me, Roman.

You've reached Andreas.

I can't take your call.

Please leave a message.

- It's your fiancée
calling again.

Where are you?

You were supposed to be
here two hours ago.

Remember, I bought you
a really expensive watch?

How about you try using
it to tell the time, OK?

Call me.

And if you ran off
to Vegas with some stripper,

just call me back, you dummy.

Directions to the body
if you want it back.

If it was up to me, I'd leave
that shithead with the rats,

just like the rest
of the garbage.

Doesn't
sound like you

want to be an Upir
living in East Cornwall.

- Those things
just kept coming.

- This is far worse
than I imagined.

Things seem to have
escalated precipitously.

- Six weeks ago,
Arnold Spivak, MD,

morphs into a flying reptoid.

Then out of nowhere, this shit?

- Are the two related?

- You got to ask the question.

- I've been wondering
the same thing

and analyzing these
autopsy results,

looking for any connection
to the Spivak genome.

- And?

- So far, nothing.

But now that this
evidence has surfaced

linking Spivak to genetic
research the Nazis were

doing, I--

- What evidence?

- Well, what I meant to say
is, I should-- or rather,

I will do some
investigating, see

if there's evidence that Spivak
was aware of the research

the Nazis were doing.

That could tell us something.

I'm so glad you and Annie made
it back from East Cornwall OK.

You are lucky.

- I make my own luck.

- He's not answering
texts or returning calls,

and neither is Peter.

- Oh, they're still
probably passed out cold.

Or Andreas
is so hungover

that he can't move
his lips to lie

about how he didn't do blow off
a stripper's ass last night.

- No, Andreas doesn't do blow.

He has terrible sinuses.

No, this is the guy
who calls me 12 times

a day about nothing.

- They stop talking to you
when they get married.

- Which is fine.

It's when they stop listening
that the trouble starts.

- He promised he
would be back in time

to drive me
to the bridal boutique.

It was his idea.

- You can worry about Andreas
while you're trying on dresses.

The designer gets $100
deposit, and I don't

want to lose my money, OK?

Now let's go.

Hey, man.

Get back.

- It was mine.

Come on.

- I'll be there, Pancho.

Go back to that pupuseria
you call a country.

- Give me that back.

And my name is not Pancho.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Now, now, now, now, now.

Seems like somebody here
has gone to the anger place,

which is not a positive place.

- He took my personal shit,
including two cans of potatoes.

The bag
was left unattended,

therefore mine, according
to the laws of the streets.

- The streets?

He trippin'.

- Give the young fella back
his bag and his potatoes.

You can help
yourself to as much

as you want from the truck.

- He's the one always
stirring up this shit.

And who asked you anyway?

- All right, see,
now you're going

to the blame place, which
is not a positive place or

a creative place.

- How about you go
to the shut the fuck up place?

- I warned you, but you
wouldn't listen.

You were fierce
out there, getting

all up in McDougal's grill.

- He hit you.

Well, he could
have done the same to you.

- Well, I've got size on him,
a face that can take a punch

and no one would notice.

- That's it.

That's why you seem
so familiar to me.

- I seem familiar?

No one has ever
said that to me.

- You are a James
Cameron heroine.

- Good lord.

- Oh, a fierce
and powerful woman.

A warrior, yet
decidedly feminine.

Larger than life literally, and
idiosyncratically beautiful.

- Boy, you must have
been hit pretty hard.

Do you know what day it is?

- It's Tuesday.

I was picking up a load
of corn niblets in town.

- Who's the president
of the United States?

- Like it even matters.

The theater is showing one
of James Cameron's movies,

an underappreciated classic
portending the greatness

to come, "Piranha 2."

Wanna go?

- To the movies?

- And then after, we can go
to the dump and watch raccoons

forage for scraps and whatnot.

It's a date night.

- A date.

I can't-- I'm not--

I can't.

- Hello.

I'm returning a call
from this number.

If you could give me a call
back, I'd appreciate it.

Thanks.

- Sorry I'm late.

From the desk of Roman Godfrey?

That little sociopath
is a business tycoon?

Who would have thunk?

He's got me running
down wrong numbers now

looking for the kid.

- What'd you find
out about Shelley?

- Your daughter has taken up
residence at the Godfrey Mill.

- Oh, good heavens.

That place is a rat's nest of
dope fiends, winos, and bums.

- The truck that they used
to move her things out

- of your apartment is--
- Her things?

That's stolen property.

That belongs to me.

- In any case, the vehicle is
registered to an Aitor Quantic

of Two Rivers, Wisconsin.

38 years old.

Pennsylvania driver's license.

Probably the guy
she rolls with.

- My daughter doesn't
roll with anyone.

Certainly, not some
middle-aged pervert.

I want him arrested.

- For?

- Burglary, for one.

He broke into my house.

- She resides at that address.

It's not a burg--

- This predator is manipulating
a young girl's broken mind.

Why are you siding with him?

What's the matter?

You've never seen a mother
heartsick over a troubled teen?

- I'm not taking his side,
but you can't use the police

to declare war on some guy
that Shelley apparently

wants to hang out with.

- What man wants
to hang out with a girl

that looks like that?

I-- I'll forbid her from
having anything to do with him.

- As a former bad
boy, the quickest way

to get a girl to bend
over is for her mom or dad

to disapprove of you.

It's like giving
her Spanish fly.

Chango.

He's a protector of children.

- What are you talking about?

- I want you to wear this.

In my culture,
Chango is a big deal.

- Getting my daughter back is
going to take a little more

than lucky charms.

- Chango is also the spirit
guide of self-control.

Losing one's shit
accomplishes nothing.

My gift to you.

- Chango?

- Spanish slang for monkey?

And my grandmother's
nickname for me.

- Suits you.

Thank you.

Is this
a destination wedding?

Vegas?
Beach in Hawaii?

No, a church.

We're staying local.

- Gets complicated
enough without throwing

airports into the mix.

You'll want something
a little more formal.

Maybe a cathedral train?

She'll look just like
an angel floating on a cloud.

- Fuck!

- Or maybe a naughty princess.

- Let's talk about color.

This one comes in natural
beige, bone, and biscuit.

- Could you try Bajram again?

- It just goes to voicemail.

- With your height,
you could really

own the mermaid silhouette.

- What colors does it come in?

- Natural beige,
bone, and biscuit.

- Maybe they got arrested.

- You better buy that
dress quick before all

the money is used for bail.

We can make this

out of organza, silk, batik,
shantung, brocade, or satin.

- OK, Andreas, I'm
officially pissed.

Where the fuck are you?

All I can say is you better
have a good fucking excuse.

What colors does it come in?

- Natural beige, bone and--

- Biscuit.

- Biscuit.

- Have some more kimchi.

There's plenty.

We got a lot of this stuff.

You ready to get
back on that stage?

- This is when I could
probably use those drugs

they were giving me.

I don't want to go up
there and keel over again.

- All right, here's what
you do when you get nervous.

You look at nervous,
and you say welcome.

I recognize you.

You're nervous.

Who do you belong to?

You look around, and you say,
hey, anybody lose nervous?

He's right over here.

You go do what
you got to do, and

you let somebody else figure
out who nervous belongs to.

- Got it.

- And push the kimchi.

Got a shitload.

Yo, girl.

- I wrote something I was
going to read to you today.

Then I came across
something I like

better because it reminds m--

it reminds me of someone I love
very much, who I miss a lot.

The poem was written
by Richard Brautigan.

It's called "Boo, Forever."

This is for you, Uncle
Norman, wherever you are.

Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a top,

I am haunted by all the space
I will live without you.

All right.

Yeah.

Woo!

Let's go!

Woo!

That was great.

- There's more kimchi than
we know what to do with.

Take as much as you like.

Give some to your friends.

Pass along the abundance.

- So this is how
you've been spending

your time while I've
been practically

catatonic with worry.

- Mother, what are
you doing here?

- Well, I hope you're pleased.

Sullying the Godfrey name while
slumming with these filthy,

lice-infested halfwits.

After all we've done trying
to rescue you from insanity,

this is how you repay us?

Welcome to Rooster Poot.

I am Aitor Quantic.

- Oh, I know who you are.

And you're going to wish
we never crossed paths.

Come along, dear.

Let's get you home
and deloused before you

go completely insane.

- I have never felt
more sane in my life.

- Are you coming home,
or do I need to send

for the men in white coats?

- I'm starting to think maybe
I'm not the one who's crazy.

- So that was mom.

- Yep.

What time is that movie?

You know who's
responsible for this?

Labor unions with
their brotherhoods,

picket signs, shutting
down the factories

that built this country.

Turning that Godfrey
Mill into the black hole

of Hemlock Grove.

A cesspool of filth
and indolence,

garbage eaters,
and idiots defecating

in front of each other.

And this is where my daughter
feels right at home.

This is not my fault. This
is so not my fault.

How could I have
failed so miserably?

First Roman, now Shelley.

- I have half a mind to run
screaming for the hills myself.

I'm not even your kid.

- All those hours in labor,
pushing and screaming,

for what?
To be told I don't matter?

I don't count for anything?

- Now you know Annie feels.

That is her name, isn't it?

Your daughter who
came looking for you

the other day, who
you sent packing.

For someone who spent
all those years on stage,

that was a mighty
thin performance.

- She'd probably end
up hating me anyway.

- Or you get a fresh start and
make sure that doesn't happen.

I might actually like
my father if I was meeting

him for the first time.

And who knows?

Maybe you get a few
pointers on how to fix

things with the other two.

- I wouldn't hold
my breath with Roman.

I guess you never know.

I'll let Chango be my guide.

- Oh--

Aw.

- Andreas is going
to wish he stayed MIA when

he gets the bill for this.

- I don't think he's
ever going to come back.

It's
going to be OK.

That is
ridiculous, honestly.

Oh, my god.
Oh, my god.

What's happening, D?

Somebody!

S--

- What do you think, Chango?

Do I look maternal enough?

No.

No one needs to look maternal.

No sign of disease.

Oh, you really do have
exquisite hands, Olivia.

She's damn lucky to have
climbed out of this gene pool.

I've always been terrified the
day would come when you would

find me and want answers.

I-- I don't deal with
fear at all well.

I run away from it.

That's what I did, or tried
to, by shutting the door

in my daughter's face.

I wouldn't blame you if you
did the same thing to me.

I just-- before
you close the door,

I want to apologize for the way
I treated you the other day.

And for the things that
happened over a century ago.

He was a surgeon
at the base in Basra.

I was a Red Cross nurse
at a refugee hospital.

- He was handsome.

- Love at first sight
over amputations and

sucking chest wounds.

And here is
your granddaughter, Katerina.

She's 7 there.

High scorer for her team.

That was taken a week
before the accident.

- She has your eyes.

- Pryce tried to play
it off, but he's

not that good of an actor.

The coincidence of him
mentioning evidence

of Spivak the day
after Ochoa showed

us that picture strikes me.

It's awfully coincidental.

You gonna answer that?

Logic would suggest--
would show us the leak.

I mean, we already
don't trust him.

Right.

- Somehow, Olivia, toxic,
manipulative cunt that she is,

got a hook into him.

So I left him a message
with his landlord

saying it was from Olivia
to meet her at the same place

as last time.

$20 says he'll take the bait.

Yeah.

Peter?

Peter.

Are you OK?

There he is.

They taught
me everything

I'll ever need to know about
faith, Katerina especially.

She died in my arms.

But I know she'll always
be perfect, whole,

and complete, wherever she is.

- To me, faith is
a word that describes

something you know isn't
real, but you wish it was.

Faith is a sad word in a way.

- What do you believe in?

- I believe in the world
and all its hot mess.

The gift of being Upir
is you get to live

in it for a very long time.

- No light.

Turn it off, please.

No light.

Thank you.

It's just a thing of mine.

I've been
a nurse since 1914.

I worked in a field hospital
during the Battle of the Marne.

In seven days, there were
250,000 French casualties.

You can't imagine.

- I think I remember reading
something about that somewhere.

- Then I moved back
to France in 1944.

My fiancé at the time was
a Canadian Army officer.

I was a nursing sister.

- What happened to him?

- He saw combat in the Ardennes
during the Battle of the Bulge.

PTSD.

We drifted apart.

- You do like soldier boys.

And the war machine.

Staying that close
to the meat grinder,

you must have had an endless
supply of blood and guts.

One great, big buffet.

- That's not why I
became a combat nurse.

It was a way for me to atone.

- For what?

- All the innocent lives I
took feeding in the world

when I was a young Upir.

I had an epiphany.

And ever since--

- Oh, please tell me
you're not one of those

self-loathing vegan vampires.

- Not at all.

But I think there is
a more humane way to feed.

- A fat man in a restaurant
does not feel the need

to atone for his pork chop.

And that's the last
time I ever saw my father.

You see, darkness for me
washes away all the bad things.

They messed with
your head real good, buddy--

--'cause that is
some fucked up shit.

He was a--
a beautiful boy.

Strong.

He had sweet eyes,
blue as Robin's eggs.

Smelled like hay.

Was always laughing.

We were children,
babies, really.

Grown ups would never let
us be together, of course.

A stable boy.

We were going to run
away, your father and I.

Where to?

- The Greek Islands.

I mean, we didn't
even know where

Bucharest was,
let alone Greece,

but that was our grand scheme.

We'd wait for the warm weather,
and then we'd steal away

in the middle of the night.

- Very romantic.

- He was going
to be a fisherman.

- And you?

- A fisherman's wife, I guess.

When I found out I
was pregnant with you,

I told him we needed
to leave sooner, you know,

before I started showing.

So he told me he was
going to the next village

to steal a plow horse.

That was the last I saw of him.

- You must have
been heartbroken.

- I cried and cried.

I loved him.

I missed him, hated
him, loved him again.

And by the time I
delivered, I was just angry.

I mean, I'm grateful
to him, though.

He taught me a valuable lesson.

Men leave.

- Not all men.

All men.

It's what they do.

I mean, even your Todd.

- No.

Maybe not
at the time or

in the manner of his choosing,
but here you are alone.

I know you have
your faith or whatever

and you think he's somewhere
perfect, whole, and--

- Complete, yeah.

- But he's not here.

- But he is in here.

Just because I can't see him--

Or smell him,
or touch him, or fuck him.

All you can do is be angry.

Angry you can do alone.

I used
to feel so free

Scrounged up some
bronzing and defining sculpting

fixator's powder and lipstick.

- Can I ask you something
that stays here?

- First date?

- Pretty obvious, I guess.

- Don't trip.

It's like going somewhere
by yourself, only

with another person
hanging around.

You know, I've graft bombed
faces on plenty of buildings.

If you want, I can
see what I can do.

- Thanks.

We'd be at it for days.

It would take a lot of spackle,
modeling clay, and a hot glue

gun to renovate this facade.

If Aitor wants to take me
to the movies or whatever,

it's going to have to be as is.

- They pulled you out of me and
then-- and they took you away.

They wouldn't let me hold
you or even look at you.

I was punished just for asking
where you'd been sent.

I would lie awake at night,
wondering where you

were, what your life was like.

Did you ever
come looking for me?

- No, no.

Records being the way
they were in those days,

there was no way
I could find you.

- But did you ever look for me?

- I-- I always thought
about you on your birthday

and on Christmas Day.

- You had money.

Did you hire someone
to track me down?

It's not a hard question.

- No.

And you sh-- you should
be thankful for that.

I'm not the world's best mom.

I have two other children
who will tell you as much.

We're not very close.

And I-- I take
responsibility for that.

But I-- I learned
from my mistakes,

and I want things to be
different with us.

We've been honest
with each other.

We're different people who
look at the world differently.

But I want us to look
past those differences,

past the mistakes I made,
past the circumstances

that separated us.

And I want us
to find the things

that draw us closer together.

Will you do that with me?

- Yes.

- Oh, my firstborn,
I found you.

What's he doing?

Did he spot us?

Hell if I know.

Right Here.

Turn here.

Something you
boys curious about?

Might want to ask instead
of skulking around

like a couple junior G-men.

- Don't think I need to ask.

I already know the answer.

You were just on your way
to meet with Olivia just now,

like you've been
doing all along.

- If your issue is, do I have
other clients that I work for?

You don't pay me enough
to buy my exclusivity.

- How is she paying you, hmm?

I know for a fact that
she's broke since I'm

the one who cut her off.

Taking it out in trade?

- Now you're asking
questions I can't answer.

You might want to powwow
with the hippie

fortune teller chick.

Great tits, nice ass.

Oh.

Oh.

Whoa, whoa.

Easy, easy.

- What the fuck?

Are you trying to kill the guy?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- The fuck's wrong with you?

What the fuck was
that, Peter, huh?

What's going on with you?

- Andreas was executed
by the Croatian mob last night.

He made a porno
starring him and one

of the shot caller's girls.

And I handed him over to the
Croatians to make the peace.

Seven of our people got killed
on account of what he did,

and he knew it.

He knew it.

But he was going
to go to war, and

he was going to have more
innocent people killed.

I had to put him down
before more innocent

blood was spilled, OK?

I didn't have a choice.

I didn't have
a choice, I swear.

But does that piece of shit
go to his grave taking--

taking the mess that
he made with him?

Yeah, no, that'd be too easy.

What am I supposed
to do with a dead body?

Stop.

He should be in there.

- I'll call Pryce,
give him a heads up.

- What about-- about what?

- Getting rid of this.

- No.

No, Andreas has
to have a funeral.

Destiny needs closure
to mourn her dead.

- That's a bad idea, Peter.

The corpse turns up,
and police will be all over it.

You don't want that
kind of exposure.

- No.

- Your call.

Come on, let's get him.

- Hello?

- Detective Zach
Israel, Erie PD.

Who am I speaking with?

- May I ask what
this is regarding?

Yeah, I'm returning

a call made from this
number to a Merrill Samis.

- I don't know who that is.

So you're
not aware that he's deceased?

- No, I'm sorry to hear that.

You
called him three times.

- Oh, right.

Actually, I was
returning a call.

He must have called
me by mistake.

Three callbacks

to a number dialed by mistake.

That's pretty tenacious.

How about the words
helmet smorgasbord?

Does that mean anything to you?

- Doesn't ring a bell.

Well, you see,

I'm asking because these
deaths are homicides.

- Listen, I was just
returning a call.

What it was about, I
wouldn't want to speculate.

Well,
if you think of anything

that might shed some light--

- I'll be in touch.

Manager said they
were shipped the wrong

print by mistake,
so they're showing

this instead of "Piranha 2."

- So we'll watch this.

- Well, it's unfortunate.

I think you'd really
enjoy "Piranha 2."

It foreshadows many
of the themes James Cameron

explores in his later work.

- Oh.

- The trope of the female
protagonist as a canary

in a coal mine warning
of the impending doom makes

its debut in "Piranha 2."

- If you want, we can ask
for our money back and go

see "Piranha 2" another time.

- No, no, the movie
doesn't matter.

I'm mostly interested
in spending time with you

and getting to know
each other better.

- I'd like that, too.

Oh, wow.

- I think he's
telling the truth.

It's possible.

- You ever heard
of the Anthropocene extinction?

- No.

- It's the end
of life on this planet

as we know it
on account of man.

That's what Anthropocene means.

It's happening as we speak.

- Oh.

- "Piranha 2," there's an early
manifesto bearing witness

to the ecological destruction
caused by man's interference

in the natural
order, symbolized

in the film
by genetically engineered,

flying, carnivorous grunions.

Isn't
there somebody in your--

- Oh.

or something.

- It's also a romance.

- You think this is OK?

- Except
for the surveillance cameras

we won't know about until
the cops come knocking, sure.

On three.

1, 2, 3.

Shit.

I better call in a tip to 911
so he's not out here too long.

- I'll do it.

You need to stay as far
away from this as you can.

- Thank you.

- Come on.

We gotta go.

Come on, Peter.

We gotta get out of here.

The warrior
mother's journey takes

her into the dark realm--

in this case, the sunken ship
to confront death-- and returns

enlightened and empowered.

Classic monomyth stuff.

- Aitor, you are
a really interesting guy

with a lot of really
interesting things to say.

- Well, I should shut up
and let you watch this movie.

- It's pretty good, actually.

- I talk a blue streak
when I get nervous.

Sewers
became the new runway?

- You're nervous.

Runway?

- I thought--

- You mean, hey, everybody,
I got nervous over here.

Who does nervous belong to?

I invariably find out
nervous belongs to me.

- What are you nervous about?

- A lot of things.

Mostly getting close to people.

Do you
think it's possible that the--

- I understand.

Do I make you nervous?

- No.

But there is the whole issue
of comportment regarding

a first kiss situation
presenting itself

should we continue
down this path,

which, objectively speaking,
is completely terrifying.

- First kiss?

- See, I already ruined it.

Forget I said anything.

- You want to kiss me?

- Not if you don't want me to.

See, this is where I
struggle, in that gray zone

of getting close
to someone, knowing

or not knowing when
it's appropriate

or not appropriate as a--

- I'd be fine with it, I think.

Maybe it would be better if we
just called it our second kiss.

- I was worried when I
didn't hear back, but--

are you OK?

- I'm good.

- You've hurt yourself.

Here, let me see.

- Really, I'm fine.

- You know what?

You need a stiff
drink and a good meal.

There's this little
bistro in Sewickley

I've been meaning to try.

- I really can't.

- Well, I suppose
we can stay here

and order pizza like
a couple of teenagers.

- Roman fired me.

- That pissy little prick.

- No, trust me, not working
for your son is a good thing.

I've been doing some digging,
and stuff I'm coming up with

is about as bad as it gets.

- Forget about Roman.

I want to tell you all about
my afternoon with Annie.

- I-- I keep a fishing boat
down in the Florida Keys.

I think I should go spend some
quality time on board, far,

far away from here.

- What are you saying?

- If I leave now,
ahead of rush hour,

I can get there
by sunset tomorrow.

- What about Shelley?

- I got a buddy of mine
checking in on that.

That guy she's with, turns
out, has some priors.

So that's all in FedEx.

- You need to help me
find my granddaughter.

- I hate to say it, but you
know as well as anyone I'm

turning up nothing on that.

- But-- and Roman, I mean,
you know what he's capable of.

Imagine how I feel.

You can't go.

- My car's packed.

I'm checked out of my place.

- And us?

Just really were getting
to know one another.

For whatever reason, you
and I really seem to click.

You seem to understand me.

Most men don't.

- I've enjoyed
working with you, too.

And we'll definitely
stay in touch.

You should plan a trip.

Get you out on the boat.

Gulf Stream's just
a couple miles offshore.

There's a Marlin out there with
your name on it, no question.

- You have to stay
in Hemlock Grove.

I need you here with me.

- Come here.

- Don't leave.

We'll see
each other soon.

- What do I have to do
to make you stay?

Most people
think the world's

going to end in a ball of fire
or a blinding flash and

a giant mushroom cloud.

Personally, I think
Armageddon's happening

all around us in slow motion.

- This is the way
the world ends.

Not with a bang, but a whimper?

- Yep.

- Does it depress you?

- February depresses me.

Armageddon I'm OK with.

I mean, what are
you going to do?

Hey, look.

From the video.

Hey,
it's plankenstein.

In the flesh.

That's
a lot of flesh, bro.

Shut
the hell up and show her.

Mo' plankin'

Mo' plankin'

Mo' plankin'

Hey, that's you.

She plank so good

She plank so hard

Gotta plank like--

Yeah, awesome.

Move your car

Done.

Fire.
Yeah.

- You're on YouTube.

- 4,000 hits so far.

- And Rich Girl just
picked it up on their blog.

- You're going to be a star.

So cool.

- Told you guys.

Come on.

Let's go.

911, what's your emergency?

- There's a man
on the sidewalk passed out.

I don't think he's breathing.

What's the address?

- That nester
building on Oak Road.

I don't know the number.

Paramedics are on their way.

Is the man injured?

- All I know is
he won't wake up.

Hello, my name is Johann.

I'm a scientist.

Yes, really.

I know a great deal about
the building blocks of life.

I know next to nothing
about how to live it,

even in part, let
alone in full.

I'm 48 years old,
and the time has come

for me to step into the light.

I know this is a journey
I must make on my own.

Perhaps, along
the way, I will find

a friend who can show me where
the wall switch is hiding.

- I figured there had
to be some sort of mistake,

so I went to the morgue.

I'm so sorry.

I am a feeling

Born without reason

Lost by myself

In the night, I'm a gambler

Cold-hearted rambler

Lost by myself

Oh, what a feeling

Time is an old friend

Who will not call ahead

He's always
the voice in my head

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh