I Long To Escape The Prison Of

My Lips Got Lost On The Way To The Kiss - That's How Drunk I Was.

What A Joy, To Travel The Way Of The Heart

When You See The Setting, Wait For The Rising. Why Worry About A Sunset Or A Fading Moon?

In The Desire Of The One To Know Himself, We Exist.

In This Earth, In This Immaculate Field, We Shall Not Plant Any Seeds Except For Compassion, Except For Love.