Make My Heart, O Heart Of The

There Are Lovers Content With Longing. I’m Not One Of Them.

Pure Souls, Didn’t I Tell You Not To Be Seduced By This Colorful World For I Am The Ultimate Painter.

In Each Moment The Fire Rages, It Will Burn Away A Hundred Veils. And Carry You A Thousand Steps Toward Your Goal.

Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To Take Me Home.

There Is Little One Can Say About Love. It Has To Be Lived, And It's Always In Motion.