I Am Crazy As Hell, But I

I Would Like To Bury All The Hating Eyes Under The Sand Somewhere.

And The Aura Of You Remains, Remains, Remains...

So I Won't Hang Around In My Hospital Shift, Repeating The Black Mass And All Of It. I Say Live, Live Because Of The Sun, The Dream, The Excitable Gift.

Oh Sharp Diamond, My Mother! I Could Not Count The Cost Of All Your Faces, Your Moods That Present That I Lost. Sweet Girl, My Deathbed, My Jewel-fingered Lady...

The Joy That Isn't Shared Dies Young.