She doesn't want or need any biscuits, she can live without it, she shouts at the window, but it doesn't answer, it remains silent and she wants to keep calm and peaceful; she can't.
She can't, she can't, she can't.
The ridge is gone it has flown away like a butterfly, but the butterfly did never exist - the butterfly was real and white and blue and purple, this is nonesense.
Nonesense.
Please peace out nonsense.