In A Strange City, I Connect Through

I Will Not Tolerate Your Faults. They Are Of No Use To Me.

When I Try To Portray To Myself My Heart's Desire, Nothing Happens.

Smiling Half-reluctance Seems To Promise More Than The Frankest Gesture Of Desire.

The Lyric Deals With Love And Sorrow, The Aphorism With Contradiction And Deceit.

Only Those In Comfortable Circumstances Think Love Is The Most Important Thing.