He Knew That Hair Couldn't Feel; He

You Were Marlon Brando, I Was Steve Mcqueen, You Were K.y. Jelly, I Was Vaseline.

We Are So Small Between The Stars, So Large Against The Sky.

Deprivation Is The Mother Of Poetry.

I Will Not Be Held Like A Drunkard / Under The Cold Tap Of Facts

Well I Am The One Who Loves Changing From Nothing To One.