I'm In Love With My Second Cousin.

In The Fury Of The Moment/ I Can See The Master's Hand In Every Leaf That Trembles, In/ Every Grain Of Sand.

I Can Be Jubilant One Moment And Pensive The Next, And A Cloud Could Go By And Make That Happen.

If There's An Original Thought Out There, I Could Use One Right Now.

The Warrior Who's Strength Is Not To Fight.

It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of How Sweet Life Can Be.