"dear diary. what is wrong with me? 'cos i'm fine between the lines. be not afraid. help is on its way. a sentence suspended in air, way over there. dear diary. what else could it be? as nightshade decends like a veil, under the sail of my heart. be still, don't stop until the end. dear diary, what is wrong with me? 'cos i'm fine between the lines"
- fran healy