We haven't had such a secret silent gig for ages...
Thank you, dear sang for gathering the setist from the snippets. It's so good to see you live, face to face so to speak. I need to go to the shower or I might be late for work. Irony... I'll pop in for a moment.
But I don't see And I don't feel But tightly hold up silently My hands before my fading eyes And in my eyes Your smile
I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.