So here we are, Fading Into You just to Make It Home in time. Reeling to our Knees we fin ourselves in an Engel´s Machine, directed by a Haunted Satellite to start waves that might bring down those Jericho walls. Then the Rogue´s Tale speaks of The Beggar, Icarus and Smalltown Boy simply saying Hello to the Clutch Pearlers. Space Logic does not exist between White Walls and there´s just Darkness In My Mind. But I Break Again and become a Soldier Of Love taking Step 2 ask: Will You Follow Me Home? But in the end everythings So Ambiguous and we need to replay all of it.