I would like to meet my soul divided so that I could shake hands with myself, and waltz into the night. I would like to meet the dizzy devil and whirl and twirl untill the stars would fall into my eyes and burn my skull. I would like the man that could split me in half, and then sew my backside with a needle and thread. I would like to meet that randoms someone that I can't forget a glance from a place I can't remember. I would like to meet, Mazzy Star, my friend has. I would like to meet Mozart, he stirs me. He's all bones now. Actually most of the people I would like to meet are dead, hmmmm to bad.