When the routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
But emotions won’t grow
And we’re changing our ways,
Taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again

Or is this not apropiate for the moment <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />... Erm, forget I said something...

Übereil

Brain: an apparatus with which we think we think.

Ambrose Bierce