Mulholland Drive için adam öldürürüm
ne hissetsem bilemedim, zaten hissedemediğimden bu hale geldim.
I know flies in milk
I know the man by his clothes
I know fair weather from foul
I know the apple by the tree
I know the tree when I see the sap
I know when all is one
I know who labors and who loafs
I know everything but myself.