Walking without rythm is without right nor left toes in between.
Running on empty is nothing new among the greedy.
But if I were any worse than before,
I’d face myself in a storm rather than run against east of its northern eye.
‘where i came from i forgot to soon,
east of the sun west of the moon…
money talks hey im listenin,
I live without enough to miss it,`
A-HA, MEMORIAL BEACH 1993
“East of the sun, West Of the Moon”