We’ll there’s just an empty space.

And there’s nothing to remind me

Just the memory of your face

Ooooh, take a look at me now

There’s just an empty space

And you coming back to me is against all odds

And that’s what I’ve got to face


(Only after writing this do I realize how much this song sucks. More than I even thought when I started.)

Scott Norwood’s Agent tweets under the twitter handle @nickjma. He is a scientist that hasn’t discovered anything important but has strong opinions about file names.