All Life Long, The Same Questions, The

It's So Nice To Know Where You're Going, In The Early Stages. It Almost Rids You Of The Wish To Go There.

Perhaps My Best Years Are Gone. When There Was A Chance Of Happiness. But I Wouldn't Want Them Back. Not With The Fire In Me Now. No, I Wouldn't Want Them Back.

All Has Not Been Said And Never Will Be.

The Day You Die Is Just Like Any Other, Only Shorter.

To Restore Silence Is The Role Of Objects.