Delta Goodrem - Leaving Sketch Hotel, London, 2003

I'm the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I'm the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare
I'm what's left, I'm what's right
I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that will take you down
Bring you to your knees

If you believe that God makes miracles, you have to wonder if Satan has a few up his sleeve.

Not just popcorn // Sorozatjunkie

"Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose!"

- You had the Alliance on you... criminals and savages. Half the people on this ship have been shot or wounded, including yourself... and you're harboring known fugitives.
- Well, we're still flyin'.
- That's not much.
- It's enough.