The intruders are leaving, but others will come. Now, sometimes we'll sense them. Other times, we won't. But that's the way it's always been. 教训是人少就不要住大宅子了
You brush past people. People bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other just so we can feel something.