Emma can you not just imagine yourself singing these lyrics
"The nearest view landscapes the crown
The cozy interference clocks past.
Where the music finally addicts the composer
The wizard lives beyond the boundary of ethic.
The winner delays the altogether.
The west names the mark, the east disagrees.
Every antique starts with a sarcastic coin.
An extended moron locks in the truth.
A naughty singer follows the rave before becoming super cabbage.
The adapted farmer malfunctions throughout the conceivable ground.
How can a procedure exist within a misplaced risk?
*chorus*
Why does the moon move away from its vital component?
It's a friendship lost to a fleeing servant.
Have our ideals just become its opponent
What was once tranquil is now irrelevant
The world outside's a documentary.
Its existance purely momentary
The imprisoned man slides a promised yawn.
A vital urge once believed long gone.
Serving as nothing but a break in ambience
His mind long since slipped into acceptance.
*chorus*
*bridge*
The bearded pie progresses.
Underneath the far off jail
Guided by the logic of a detached orange.
The tolerant labatory now has a different feel.
Outside the chemist attacks a complacent populace.
*chorus*
This fascist collapses around the standpoint.
A catastrophic maze serves to test the darling pope.
The isolated sacrifice cautions its lost message.
Death has changed the face into a new mask
The farewell spoil the ballot.
A lowely philosopher guts the new theology.
Her reasoning sound but the world is deaf
*chorus*
The buyer prices a sabotage.
The footballer reckons a faulty wound hides each foul.
The world works inside a contempt for economics.
A protein laughs underneath the honey.
How simple life is for them, a past long lost
A sigh pales, echoing, echoing forever
*chorus*
How can the poetic identifier swallow the nonsense?
The contrast complements nothing more than a taxi.
Has everything has become too linear to trace the nickname?
The symmetry is completely outside the editor's grasp
Before the chamber attacks the learned gulf.
Their cries violate the static.
Timing matters none when it's already happened
A sad alcoholic extends the myth to the unaware fudge.
The replies may be silent but its nobody's judge.
The world is built on an inaccessible gateway.
*chorus*
The stimulating radical frowns upon the prophet.
The visions are lost to a desire that thirsts.
A rhyme trips over graffiti
Now lost in the sound.
Modern yet unaccepted
The sentence degrades into letters.
Cheese is the victor in all art
Life falls into an endless dance
The world lives in a constant trance
The sense dies alone in a house
Its lyrical concept lost even to the intellectual."
I'm having a good weekend by the way, are you?
. It all just kinda clicked after we got over the whole "oh my god, I'm meeting her" thing
and tired and all after an 11 hour flight 
Both of you?
Afternoon all.
...for work
And my life is no less full for it either!
