[b]A Letter to elise - The Cure [/b] from me and you there are worlds to part with aching looks and breaking hearts and all the prayers your hands can make oh, i just take as much as you can throw.. [b]If only tonight we could sleep - The Cure[/b] An angel would come with burning eyes like stars And bury us deep in his velvet arms.. [b] This Picture - Placebo[/b] Sometimes it's fated, we disintegrated it.. for fear of growing old Sometimes it's fated, we assassinated it.. for fear of growing old