But he’s the sort who can’t know anyone intimately, least of all a woman.
He doesn’t know what a woman is. He wants you for a possession,
something to look at like a painting or an ivory box.
Something to own and to display. He doesn’t want you to be real,
or to think or to live. He doesn’t love you, but I love you.
I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when
I hold you in my arms.
It’s our last chance… It’s our last chance…
Kezo Moon – Metal Box Energy