Spike let the applause roll over him.  He's not even aware of the audience.  Singing more for himself that anything else.  He lights a cigarette, and takes a few puffs, before he starts the next song.  Also sad and slow.<br/><br/>"I often wonder<br/>Is it so<br/>All I am holding<br/>Wants let go<br/>How could I manage<br/>I don't know<br/><br/>I often question<br/>Is it so<br/>Life's contradictions<br/>Tend to grow<br/>Spawning the choices<br/>And the woe<br/><br/>But, still somehow thrives this love<br/>Which I pray I'm worthy of<br/>Still somehow thrives this love<br/><br/>I often wonder<br/>Is it so<br/>The lessons of patience<br/>Are learned slow<br/>And earnings of labour<br/>May never show<br/><br/>But, still somehow thrives this love<br/>Which I pray I'm worthy of<br/>Still somehow thrives this love..."<br/>