And I'll Know My Song Well Before

The Drunken Politician Leaps Upon The Street Where Mothers Weep, And The Saviors Who Are Fast Asleep, They Wait For You.

Everything From Toy Guns That Spark To Flesh-colored Christs That Glow In The Dark It's Easy To See Without Looking Too Far That Not Much Is Really Sacred.

Opportunities May Come Along For You To Convert Something - Something That Exists Into Something That Didn't Yet. That Might Be The Beginning Of It.

On The Cliffs Of Your Wild Cat Charms I'm Riding.

I Am Hanging In The Balance Of A Perfect Finished Plan, Like Every Sparrow Falling, Like Every Grain Of Sand.