Comments about David SmithWhite
Song: High Fidelity
When there's no-one left to care. I'll be there.
Or they say you've got no prayer. I'll be there.
When a moment freely shared, is as precious and as rare,
as the diamonds in your eyes, and the highlights in your hair.
And time itself's impaired, with seconds running scared,
with minutes gone into hiding like hibernating bears.
And none of us are spared, to lull the crawling dread;
with emotions not easily aired, but locked inside the head.