Everybody Is A Book Of Blood; Wherever

You Must Be Careful With Kindness. It's Usually Mistaken For Weakness By Stupid People.

You Cut Up A Thing That's Alive And Beautiful To Find Out How It's Alive And Why It's Beautiful, And Before You Know It, It's Neither Of Those Things, And You're Standing There With Blood On Your Face And Tears In Your Sight And Only The Terrible Ache Of Guilt To Show For It.

After All, Where Can The Glorious, The Goofy, And The God-like Stand Shoulder To Shoulder?

If You Want To Look Like The People Next Door, You're Probably Smothering Yourself Into Your Dreams.

Anyway, It's Gone. And There's Nothing Left In My Pocket To Charm You. So From Now On It's Going To Have To Be Tears Or Nothing I'm Afraid. That's All I've Got Left To Tell You See: Tears, Tears, Tears.