"(Moritz) God, I dreamed there was an angel, who could hear me through the wall, as I cried out, like, in Latin "this is so not life at all!" Help me out, out of this nighmare when I heard her silver call. She said just give it time kid I come to one and all. She said give me that hand please and the itch you can't control. Let me teach you how to handle all the sadness in your soul. Oh we'll work that silver magic then we'll aim it at the wall. She said love may you blind kid but I wouldn't mind at all."