The jurors appear vaguely stranded and at loose ends, uprooted from their routines and livelihoods.
Fear tells me that while there might be a host of people who wish to stand beside me in times of crisis, the tangled wreckage is sometimes so enormous that the best of their efforts leave them strande...
I wish not to tell you how I feelI choose silence so that you leaveKiss me goodbye and set me free
Over the lives borne from under the shadow of death there seems to fall the shadow of madness.