And Here You Are Hurried, And Here

I Greet You From The Other Side Of Sorrow And Despair, With A Love So Vast And Shattered It Will Reach You Everywhere.

All The Lousy Little Poets Coming Around Trying To Sound Like Charles Manson.

Women Stand For The Objective World For A Man. They Stand For The Thing That You're Not And That's What You Always Reach For In A Song.

In Dreams The Truth Is Learned That All Good Works Are Done In The Absence Of A Caress.

It's You My Love, You Who Are The Stranger.