Live At The Empty Heart Of Paradox.

This Torture Why Should We Tell You Our Love Stories When You Spill Them Together Like Blood In The Dirt? Love Is A Pearl Lost On The Ocean Floor, Or A Fire We Can’t See, But How Does Saying That Push Us Through The Top Of The Head Into The Light Above The Head? Love Is Not An Iron Pot, So This Boiling Energy Won’t Help. Soul, Heart, Self. Beyond And Within Those Is One Saying, How Long Before I’m Free Of This Torture!

Lovers Have Heartaches That Can't Be Cured By Drugs Or Sleep, Or Games, But Only By Seeing Their Beloved.

Tender Words We Spoke To One Another Are Sealed In The Secret Vaults Of Heaven. One Day Like Rain, They Will Fall To Earth And Grow Green All Over The World.

No Mirror Ever Became Iron Again; No Bread Ever Became Wheat; No Ripened Grape Ever Became Sour Fruit. Mature Yourself And Be Secure From A Change For The Worse. Become The Light.

If I Can Only Recount The Story Of My Life Right Out Of My Body Flames Will Grow