Just in from Sabine / Viene llegando de Sabine

I hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us,
I hope we come out with a fail-safe plot to piss off the dumb few that forgave us.

I hope the fences we mended fall down beneath their own weight,
And I hope we hang on past the last exit, I hope it’s already too late…


So, Ilse loved this song.  I remember her playing it over and over again when I came home and I remember her smiling whenever I played it.