Lhasa de Sela.

… she reminds me of Sarah McLachlan.

…after all that has been said and done. I won't ask you where you're going. Don't keep in touch. I don't miss you much, except sometimes early in the morning.

Now, use your silver tongue once more, there's one thing that I'd like to know. Did you ever believe the lies that you told? Did you own the fool's gold that you gave me? — Lhasa de Sela (Fool's Gold).

1ove, melancholy.

activity

this be the things going down as we speak (or sometime in a not so distant thingy magic)

the conversation

He say, she say, they said. :03
Then and there. :02
Powerless :04
The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog :05
A few days later :04

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