But When I Breath With The Birds,

When I Go Mad, I Call My Friends By Phone: I Am Afraid They Might Think They're Alone.

In A Dark Time, The Mind Begins To See.

The Light Comes Brighter From The East; The Cawof Restive Crows Is Sharper On The Ear.

I Always Felt Mean, Jogging Back Over The Logging Road,as If I Had Broken The Natural Order Of Things In That Swampland;disturbed Some Rhythm, Old And Of Vast Importance,by Pulling Off Flesh From The Living Planet;as If I Had Committed, Against The Whole Scheme Of Life, A Desecration.

In A Dark Time, The Eye Begins To See / I Meet My Shadow In The Deepening Shade...dark, Dark My Light, And Darker My Desire.