I Know That I Want To Bring

Gather Experience... Look At What You Should Not Look At. A Feeling Of Anxiety Is The Sure And Certain Evidence That You Should Do This.

We Each Die Countless Little Deaths On Our Way To The Last. We Die Out Of Shame As Humiliation. We Perish From Despair. And, Of Course, We Die For Love.

We Burn So Hard, But We Shed So Little Light; It Makes Us Crazy And Sad.

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.

I Haven't Even Had A Life I Could Call My Own, And You're Ready To Slot Me Into The Grand Design. Well, I Don't Think I Want To Go. I Want To Be My Own Design.