I Think I Would Go Further Into

I Live In A Box Of Paints I'm Frightened By The Devil And I'm Drawn To Those Ones That Ain't Afraid

Inside Your Own Self Pity There You Swim, In Sinking Down To Drown Her Voice Still Haunts You, And Only With Your Laughter Can You Win.

But Now It's Just Another Show, You Leave Em Laughing When You Go. And If You Care, Don't Let Them Know, Don't Give Yourself Away.

White Rhythm Is Waltzes, Marches, And The Polka. In Africa, Rhythm Is Used For A Celebratory Groove, But White Rhythm Doesn't Have Such An Enormous Vocabulary Of Spirits. It's Basically Militant.

The Only Thing I Have To Give To Make You Smile, To Win You With, Are All The Mornings Still To Live.