"Give me back my dreams. I've been counting these sheep since I can't remember when. Give me back my sleep. I'll be dreaming of you till I wake up crying again. I have lain awake through the longest hours wondering whether to cry or scream. You can take my heart. It was always yours, but give me back my dreams. When the clock strikes three, I don't care anymore about you or anything. When the clock strikes four, I could sell my soul just to hear my telephone ring. You don't have to talk to me the way we used to talk for hours. We don't have to talk at all, but may I send you flowers?"
- the sixths-=-=-=-=-
"Surprise! It's me. It's drunk. I'm three. Four a couple hours, the city was my dance floor. Then I wandered around, wondering why you don't love me anymore Surprise! I'm real. I think and feel. And I used to be a person in some way. So I can't imagine why I'm wasting quarters on the telephone to say: I've got New York all to myself--from the Great White Way to Little West Twelfth; from the big blue bridge to the Hudson's swells--I've got New York all to myself. The day is gone; the night is too. Everywhere to go, but nothing to do. I had a lover once, but that fell through. I've got New York, but I ain't got you. Got all New York to be lonely in. Got cigarettes and I've got gin, and though I feel just like I've got no skin, I've got New York and the winter wind."- the sixths
