Shapes and Mediterranean solitude

     "If you close the door to your house

      Don't let anybody in

      It's a room that's full of nothing

      All that underneath your skin

      Face against the window

      You can't watch it fade to grey

      And you'll never catch the fickle wind

      If you choose to stay

But oh the road is long

The stones that you are walking on

Have gone

And the night that you got locked in
Was the time to decide
Stop chasing shadows

Just enjoy the ride."

(Morcheeba, Enjoy the ride)