The House of the Hapless Hearts

Your heart is a door that hangs in a thousand angles

Spiders are lonely demons dwelling on your attic

Ballad of the hapless hearts

Love won't fade - Live from a cold four chambered room, February 15, 2009, 8:15 pm

Night traffic through the open window at gare du nord paris

My old silver painted piano translates haptic bodylanguage in a faded chamber by night

And i weigh you down with immortal blues

Desire is a self figured creature singing in your Workshop