And As If Reporting Some Felony To

The Sea Cries With Its Meaningless Voice, Treating Alike Its Dead And Its Living

And As If Reporting Some Felony To The Police They Let You Know You Were Not John Donne.

You Solve It As You Get Older, When You Reach The Point Where You've Tasted So Much That You Can Somehow Sacrifice Certain Things More Easily, And You Have A More Tolerant View Of Things Like Possessiveness (your Own) And A Broader Acceptance Of The Pains And The Losses.

There Is No Better Way To Know Us Than As Two Wolves, Come Separately To A Wood.

Nobody Wanted Your Dance, Nobody Wanted Your Strange Glitter, Your Floundering Drowning Life And Your Effort To Save Yourself, Treading Water, Dancing The Dark Turmoil, Looking For Something To Give.