I Need The Sea Because It Teaches

We Are Dust And To Dust Return. In The End We're Neither Air, Nor Fire, Nor Water, Just Dirt, Neither More Nor Less, Just Dirt, And Maybe Some Yellow Flowers.

In Your Eyes Of Mourning The Land Of Dreams Begins.

Love Is A War Of Lightning, And Two Bodies Ruined By A Single Sweetness.

I Believed That The Way Passed Through Man, And That It Was From There That Destiny Had To Emerge.

I Built Up These Lumber Piles Of Love, And With Fourteen Boards Each I Built Little Houses, So That Your Eyes, Which I Adore And Sing To, Might Live In Them. Now That I Have Declared The Foundations Of My Love, I Surrender This Century To You: Wooden Sonnets That Rise Only Because You Gave Them Life.